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Edna St. Vincent Millay quotes about time

American Author February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950

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Time does not bring relief; you all have lied. Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year's bitter loving must remain. Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide! There are a hundred places where I fear. To go,--so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place. Where never fell his... Edna St. Vincent Millay
Yet here one time your spirit was wont to move; Here might I hope to find you day or night, And here I come to look for you, my love, Even now, foolishly, knowing you are dead. Edna St. Vincent Millay
[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
I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too. My anguish, into something I can bear 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

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