That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe.
Edna St. Vincent MillayAfter all, my erstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Just because it perished?
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!
Ebb
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.
Tags: love poetry heartbreak
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.
Tags: interim
Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it. (in a letter written while she was in college)
Edna St. Vincent MillayI am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.
Edna St. Vincent MillayTags: advice life-experience mistakes
So up I got in anger,
And took a book I had,
And put a ribbon on my hair
To please a passing lad.
And, "One thing there's no getting by --
I've been a wicked girl," said I;
But if I can't be sorry, why,
I might as well be glad!
It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it's one damn thing over and over.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
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