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My candle burns at both endsIt 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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We were very tired, we were very merry—We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;And the whistles
mylife-inpalerainbows: “I just want to be quiet and remember you. There is happiness in that, and that is why I am happy at the moment.” — George Dillon, from a letter to Edna St. Vincent Millay featured in “What Lips My Lips Have Kissed; The
“The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I’m thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho. You cannot divide creative juices from human
“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. ” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay
“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, A Few Figs from Thistles
“My heart is warm with the 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, The Selected Poetry
“I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay
“The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I’m thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho. You cannot divide creative juices from
“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.” ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay
sumisa-lily:“The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I’m thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho. You cannot divide creative juices
sumisa-lily:“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, A Few Figs from Thistles
sumisa-lily: “I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.” ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay
sumisa-lily: “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, A Few Figs from Thistles
violentwavesofemotion: “I met the wolf alone and was devoured in peace.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “True Encounter,”
kafk-a: kafk-a: Edna St. Vincent Millay Roland Barthes, from Mourning Diary
violentwavesofemotion: Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems of E. S. V. M.; “Interim,”
tonguesbattledfordominance:Edna St. Vincent Millay with Mary Taylor.
smakkabagms: “(…) a little lonely child Lost in Hell, - Persephone,” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Prayer To Persephone in “Poems: Edna St. Vincent Millay” (via adrasteiax)
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fuckyeahhistorycrushes: Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923, the third woman to win the award for poetry, and was also known for her feminist activism.
missedinhistory: stuffmomnevertoldyou: Happy National Poetry Day! Here’s some Edna St. Vincent Millay for you. We have a two-part podcast on her!
espera1609:Night falls fast. Today is in the past. . Edna St. Vincent Millay 📷 by espera1609
bareblu: from a sonnet by Edna St. Vincent Millay
anael-barbiel: hellocoraco: “I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.”Edna St. Vincent Millay 🖤😇🖤
mikaelsplayground: “Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay
dearestvita: Violet Trefusis to Vita Sackville-West, c. 1910 / Edna St. Vincent Millay to Arthur Davison Ficke, 1922
linkinmoon:Edna St. Vincent Millay, in Letters (1952)
oldfilmsflicker:“Sonnet XLIII” by Edna St. Vincent Millay for National Poetry Month
whitneymuseum: A Valentines Day sentiment that transcends the decades: this 1988 painting by Andrew Masullo is made on a found panel and features an excerpt from Edna St. Vincent Millay’s sonnet “What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why”
watchoutforintellect: “To what purpose, April, do you return again?” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Spring” featured in Selected Poems
bleed-well-poison-girl: “Tomorrow, it may be, I might do things to set the whole world right. There’s nothing I can do tonight.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “If It Should Rain,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
violentwavesofemotion: “I think I am about / to end my thinking and pass out.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems of E. S. V. M.; “Journal,”
mothprincess:Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Afternoon on a Hill,” Collected Poems
pinpricks: What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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relicsofregret2: I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one. -Edna St. Vincent Millay
violentwavesofemotion: “I, in disgust with the living,” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “I, In Disgust with the Living,”
walzerjahrhundert: Arnold Genthe, Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1914
violentwavesofemotion: “My own, my own, / My own to touch, my own to taste and smell,” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “The Suicide,”
mikaelsplayground:“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay
megairea:“He moved his eyes and looked at me; I felt his gaze, I heard his moan, And knew his hunger as my own.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Renascence; Renascence & Other Poems, 1917
mirroir: “Searching my heart for its true sorrow,” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Exiled,”
violentwavesofemotion: “I am at peace, I die for my own sake.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Sonnets: CLXVI,”
weltenwellen:Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems
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sassysexymilf: “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 🌺https://sassysexymilf.tumblr.com
loveage-moondream: “But if I suffer, it is my own affair.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Sonnets: XXV,”
sassysexymilf:“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 🌹🌹🌹 https://sassysexymilf.tumblr.com
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