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"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
— 1 year ago with 96 notes
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"We were so wholly one I had not thought
That we could die apart. I had not thought
That I could move,—and you be stiff and still!
That I could speak,—and you perforce be dumb!
I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof
In some firm fabric, woven in and out;
Your golden filaments in fair design
Across my duller fibre."
Edna St. Vincent Millay
— 1 year ago with 27 notes
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Literary Birthday - 22 February
Happy Birthday, Edna St. Vincent Millay, born 22 February 1892, died 19 October 1950
Quotes
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.
You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
Beauty is whatever gives joy. 
A person who publishes a book wilfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him. 
Poetry - Time Does Not Bring Relief
Time does not bring relief; you all have liedWho 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 remainHeaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!
There are a hundred places where I fearTo go,—so with his memory they brim!And entering with relief some quiet placeWhere never fell his foot or shone his faceI say, ‘There is no memory of him here!’And so stand stricken, so remembering him!
Millay was an American lyrical poet, playwright, and feminist. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923, the third woman to win the award for poetry, and was also known for her activism and her many love affairs. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work. 
This book, when I am dead, will beA little faint perfume of me.People who knew me well will say,She really used to think that way.
by Amanda Patterson from Writers Write

Literary Birthday - 22 February

Happy Birthday, Edna St. Vincent Millay, born 22 February 1892, died 19 October 1950

Quotes

  1. 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.
  2. You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.
  3. I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
  4. Beauty is whatever gives joy. 
  5. A person who publishes a book wilfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him. 

Poetry - Time Does Not Bring Relief

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 foot or shone his face
I say, ‘There is no memory of him here!’
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

Millay was an American lyrical poet, playwright, and feminist. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923, the third woman to win the award for poetry, and was also known for her activism and her many love affairs. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work. 

This book, when I am dead, will be
A little faint perfume of me.
People who knew me well will say,
She really used to think that way.

by Amanda Patterson from Writers Write

— 1 year ago with 98 notes
#Edna St. Vincent Millay  #Literary Birthday  #quotes  #Lit  #Poetry  #amanda patterson  #Writers Write 
Edna St. Vincent Millay Into The Darkness They Go Quote

Edna St. Vincent Millay Into The Darkness They Go Quote

— 1 year ago with 61 notes
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"A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him."
 Edna St. Vincent Millay
— 2 years ago with 41 notes
#Edna St. Vincent Millay  #Writing Advice  #Quotes  #Lit 
Edna St. Vincent Millay, born February 22 1892, Rockland, Maine
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

Edna St. Vincent Millay, born February 22 1892, Rockland, Maine

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

— 2 years ago with 6 notes
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