Millay Quotes
Millay
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Edna St. Vincent Millay807 ratings, 4.35 average rating, 70 reviews
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“The room is full of you! — As I came in
And closed the door behind me, all at once
A something in the air, intangible,
yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!—”
― Millay
And closed the door behind me, all at once
A something in the air, intangible,
yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!—”
― Millay
“— Infinity
Came down and settled over me;
Forced back my scream into my chest,
Bent back my arm upon my breast”
― Millay
Came down and settled over me;
Forced back my scream into my chest,
Bent back my arm upon my breast”
― Millay
“Mine is a body that should die at sea!
And have for a grave, instead of a grave
Six feet deep and the length of me,
All the water that is under the wave!
And terrible fishes to seize my flesh,
Such as a living man might fear,
And eat me while I am firm and fresh, -
Not wait till I’ve been dead for a year!”
― Millay
And have for a grave, instead of a grave
Six feet deep and the length of me,
All the water that is under the wave!
And terrible fishes to seize my flesh,
Such as a living man might fear,
And eat me while I am firm and fresh, -
Not wait till I’ve been dead for a year!”
― Millay
“Over these things I could not see;
These were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand,
Almost, I thought, from where I stand.
And all at once things seemed so small
My breath came short, and scarce at all.”
― Millay
These were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand,
Almost, I thought, from where I stand.
And all at once things seemed so small
My breath came short, and scarce at all.”
― Millay
“I would I were alive again
To kiss the fingers of the rain,
To drink into my eyes the shine
Of every slating silver line,
To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze
From drenched and dripping apple-trees.”
― Millay
To kiss the fingers of the rain,
To drink into my eyes the shine
Of every slating silver line,
To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze
From drenched and dripping apple-trees.”
― Millay
