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Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that. —  in a letter to her mother as to why she must live alone. Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay by Nancy Milford. (Random House Trade Paperbacks; Reprint edition September 10, 2002)

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