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, “Ebb,” Collected Poems. (Harper Perennial Modern Classics; Second Addition edition March 8,… Continue reading Edna St. Vincent Millay
Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does. ― Edna St. Vincent Millay, Edna St. Vincent Millay: Poems. (Everyman’s Library; Reprint edition, March 2, 2010) Originally published January 1st 1923.
When the Year Grows Old I cannot but remember When the year grows old—October—November— How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the swallows Go down across the sky,And turn from the window With a little sharp sigh. And often when the brown leaves Were brittle on the ground,And the wind in the chimney … Continue reading Edna St. Vincent Millay
Never, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough And gathered into barrels. He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs. Though the branches bend like reeds, Though the ripe fruit splash in the grass or wrinkle on the tree, He that would eat of love may bear away with… Continue reading Edna St. Vincent Millay
Life must go on; I forget just why. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Lament,” Early Poems. (Penguin Classics; Reprint edition, December 1, 1998)
Sonnet IV I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have… Continue reading Edna St. Vincent Millay
I know I am but summer to your heart / And not the full four seasons of the year. ― Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Sonnet IV,” The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC, July 26, 2004) Originally published 1920.