“My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends –
It gives a lovely light.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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“Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand;
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand.”
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“The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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“And all at once, and over all
The pitying rain began to fall;
I lay and heard each pattering hoof
Upon my lowly, thatchèd roof,
And seemed to love the sound far more
Than ever I had done before.
For rain it hath a friendly sound
To one who’s six feet under ground;”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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“The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky,
No higher than the soul is high.
The heart can push the sea and land
Farther away on either hand;
The soul can split the sky in two,
And let the face of God shine through.
But East and West will pinch the heart
That can not keep them pushed apart;
And he whose soul is flat – the sky
Will cave in on him by and by.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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“I know not how such things can be!
I breathed my soul back into me.
Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I
And hailed the earth with such a cry
As is not heard save from a man
Who has been dead, and lives again.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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“How can I bear it; buried here,
While overhead the sky grows clear
And blue again after the storm?
O, multi-colored, multiform,
Beloved beauty over me,
That I shall never, never see
Again! Spring-silver, autumn-gold,
That I shall never more behold!
Sleeping your myriad magics through,
Close-sepulchred away from you!
O God, I cried, give me new birth,
And put me back upon the earth!
Upset each cloud’s gigantic gourd
And let the heavy rain, down-poured
In one big torrent, set me free,
Washing my grave away from me!”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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“I saw and heard and knew at last
The How and Why of all things, past,
And present, and forevermore.
The Universe, cleft to the core,
Lay open to my probing sense
That, sick’ning, I would fain pluck thence
But could not, nay! But needs must suck
At the great wound, and could not pluck
My lips away till I had drawn
All venom out. Ah, fearful pawn!
For my omniscience paid I toll
In infinite remorse of soul.
All sin was of my sinning, all
Atoning mine, and mine the gall
Of all regret. Mine was the weight
Of every brooded wrong, the hate
That stood behind each envious thrust,
Mine every greed, mine every lust.
And all the while for every grief,
Each suffering, I craved relief
With individual desire,
Craved all in vain! And felt fierce fire
About a thousand people crawl;
Perished with each, then mourned for all!”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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“But, sure, the sky is big, I said;
Miles and miles above my head;
So here upon my back I’ll lie
And look my fill into the sky.
And so I looked, and, after all,
The sky was not so very tall.
The sky, I said, must somewhere stop,
And sure enough, I see the top!
The sky, I thought, is not so grand;
I ’most could touch it with my hand!
And reaching up my hand to try,
I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
I screamed, and lo! Infinity
Came down and settled over me;
Forced back my scream into my chest,
Bent back my arm upon my breast”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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“The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.”
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“Beauty is whatever gives joy.”
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“Music my rampart, and my only one.”
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“Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.”
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“Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world — it is thin.”
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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“A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down.”
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“April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.”
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“If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday — so much is true.”
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“It’s not true that life is one damn thing after another; it’s one damn thing over and over.”
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“I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.”
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