There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going. Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes From Edna St. Vincent Millay To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do. Edna St. Vincent Millay together wings bird Not Truth, but Faith it is that keeps the world alive. Edna St. Vincent Millay alive truth inspirational The first rose on my rose-tree Budded, bloomed, and shattered, During sad days when to me Nothing mattered. Grief or grief has drained me clean; Still it seems a pity No one saw,—it must have been Very pretty. Edna St. Vincent Millay grief rose tree And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me. Edna St. Vincent Millay simplicity seems You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that. Edna St. Vincent Millay darling poet pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn. Edna St. Vincent Millay learning mind heart Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants. There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank; Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with. Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why. Edna St. Vincent Millay men father children I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me. Edna St. Vincent Millay passion roots thinking Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain-- Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start. Edna St. Vincent Millay pain rain heart Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Edna St. Vincent Millay rain love-is life April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers. Edna St. Vincent Millay april flower spring Lord I do fear / Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year. Edna St. Vincent Millay beautiful world years Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owest yesterday. Edna St. Vincent Millay flower sleep sweet I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore. Edna St. Vincent Millay saws lasts past Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour falls from the sky a meteoric shower of facts; They lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill is daily spun, But there exists no loom to weave it into fabric. Edna St. Vincent Millay educational lying fall Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand! Edna St. Vincent Millay rocks shining house O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Edna St. Vincent Millay thee enough world I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who had a tale in his heart he must unfold to all. I am always buttonholing somebody and saying, "Someday you must meet my mother." Edna St. Vincent Millay daughter mother heart I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge. Edna St. Vincent Millay ledges inward heart Longing alone is singer to the lute. Edna St. Vincent Millay longing singers
