— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from the lamp and the bell, published c. 1921
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I wish you would have been the one to kiss me first — but now I only wish that you might kiss me soon, and again, and last.
Edna St. Vincent Millay in her diary entry for January 10, 1913
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“𝐴𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠.”
—Edna St. Vincent Millay, Song Of A Second April in “Collected Poems Of Edna St. Vincent Millay”
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"Some long-forgot, enchanted, strange,
Sweet garden of a thousand years ago,"
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, from "Interim"
via southerncrossreview.org
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Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950), 'Spring', ''Second April & Other Poems'', 1921
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Three Songs of Shattering
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I.
The first rose on my rose-tree
Budded, bloomed, and shattered,
During sad days when to me
Nothing mattered.
Grief of grief has drained me clean;
Still it seems a pity
No one saw, — it must have been
Very pretty.
II.
Let the little birds sing;
Let the little lambs play;
Spring is here; and so ’tis spring; —
But not in the old way!
I recall a place
Where a plum-tree grew;
There you lifted up your face,
And blossoms covered you.
If the little birds sing,
And the little lambs play,
Spring is here; and so ’tis spring —
But not in the old way!
III.
All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree!
Ere spring was going — ah, spring is gone!
And there comes no summer to the like of you and me, —
Blossom time is early, but no fruit sets on.
All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree,
Browned at the edges, turned in a day;
And I would with all my heart they trimmed a mound for me,
And weeds were tall on all the paths that led that way!
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Love is Not All (Sonnet XXX)"
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, Fatal Interview: from 'Now by this moon, before this moon shall wane...'
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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay; "Moriturus"
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