Vincent Millay
Vincent Millay
again damn life
Life isn't one damn thing after another. It's the same damn thing again and again.
life no-friends
Life has no friend ...
funny life damn
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.
life rain love-is
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink And rise and sink and rise and sink again; Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; Yet many a man is making friends with death Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
life forever goes-on
Life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.
life eye snow
How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . . Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.
life cups flight
Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
life wise wisdom
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
life pain self
And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?
life
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it's one damn thing over and over.
heart learn mind pity slow swift
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn / What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
early hard triumph
I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
cage cost deaths dried full good held hot kings less lost loved men might nights outlive permitted played proud shall summer value wing words
Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;In my own way, and with my full consent.Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarelyWent to their deaths more proud than this one went.Some nights of apprehension and hot weepingI will confess; but that's permitted me;Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keepingRubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.If I had loved you less or played you slylyI might have held you for a summer more,But at the cost of words I value highly,And no such summer as the one before.Should I outlive this anguish-and men do-I shall have only good to say of you.
both burns candle friends-or-friendship gives last lovely
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends It gives a lovely light! Edna St