They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes From Edna St. Vincent Millay I screamed, and--lo!--Infinity Edna St. Vincent Millay down-and infinity Here's a song was never sung: Growing old is dying young. Edna St. Vincent Millay dying age song Earth does not understand her child, Edna St. Vincent Millay earth doe children What terrible fear causes Man to address the Void as Thou? Edna St. Vincent Millay void addresses men I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned. Edna St. Vincent Millay resigned knows I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin. Edna St. Vincent Millay sin sorrow littles [on going to Sunday school:] It looks like rain, and I hope it will rain cats and dogs and hammers and pitchforks and silver sugar spoons and hay ricks and paper-covered novels and picture frames and rag carpets and toothpicks and skating rinks and birds of paradise and roof gardens and burdocks and French grammars before Sunday school time. Edna St. Vincent Millay dog rain school I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. Edna St. Vincent Millay summer knows littles Man has never been the same since God died. Edna St. Vincent Millay religious god men Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask. Edna St. Vincent Millay tasks littles father There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going. Edna St. Vincent Millay transport matter train Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink. Edna St. Vincent Millay slumber meat love-is Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished? Edna St. Vincent Millay love-is love needs Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment. Edna St. Vincent Millay strange moments done We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and you be stiff and still! That I could speak,—and you perforce be dumb! I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof In some firm fabric, woven in and out; Your golden filaments in fair design Across my duller fibre. Edna St. Vincent Millay heart moving thinking l am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. Edna St. Vincent Millay wise heart time 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 Edna St. Vincent Millay lonely winter bird I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. Edna St. Vincent Millay heavenly resigned heart After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished? Edna St. Vincent Millay dear heartbreak needs That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe. Edna St. Vincent Millay accomplices catastrophe
