Vincent Millay
Vincent Millay
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.
summer lonely morning
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
summer littles knows
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
relationship summer unrequited-love
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
might wicked
I've been a wicked girl," said I: "But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!
built houses palace rock safe shining solid ugly
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
darkness gently grave quietly
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
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
again damn life
Life isn't one damn thing after another. It's the same damn thing again and again.
early hard triumph
I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
caution crust distrust foot
Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world -- it is thin.
cursed domestic kicked retire uttered
Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight? Edna St
april babbling
April comes like an idiot, babbling and stewing flowers.
against blood conversation frenzy meet pity poor remember scorn shall staggering
Think not for this, however, the poor treasonOf my stout blood against my staggering brain,I shall remember you with love, or seasonMy scorn with pity - let me make it plain:I find this frenzy insufficient reasonFor conversation when we meet again.