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Touch a Hundred Flowers

I will be the gladdest thing in the world, I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. – Edna St Vincent Millay

Daily Bread

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Death devours all lovely things:
Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness – presently
Every bed is narrow.

Unremembered as old rain
Dries the sheer libation; 41 more words


Wild Swans

I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had not seen before?
Only a question less or a question more; 45 more words

First Fig - Edna St. Vincent Millay

First Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends!- 6 more words


Edna St. Vincent Millay

I shall be gone to what I understand,
And happier than I ever was before.
The love that stood a moment in your eyes,
The words that lay a moment on your tongue, 50 more words


Edna St. Vincent Millay

I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year,

— Edna St. 20 more words


Poem of the Week


By Edna St. Vincent Millay

I should like to rise and go
Where the golden apples grow;–
Where below another sky
Parrot islands anchored lie, 234 more words