Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.
Edna St. Vincent MillaySHE is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth on a valentine.
She has more hair than she needs;
In the sun ’tis a woe to me!
And her voice is a string of colored beads,
Or steps leading into the sea.
She loves me all that she can,
And her ways to my ways resign;
But she was not made for any man,
And she never will be all mine.
Tags: love poetry women poem witch-wife
So come on out, my dear old sweet Sister, -
Edna St. Vincent MillayThe younger generation forms a country of its own.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.
Edna St. Vincent MillayTags: passion
Life must go on; I forget just why.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.
Edna St. Vincent MillayTags: poetry inspirational-life
Take up the song; forget the epitaph.
Edna St. Vincent MillayA infância não vai do nascimento até certa idade,e a certa altura a criança está crescida,deixando de lado as coisas de criança.A infância é o reino onde ninguém morre.
Edna St. Vincent MillayTags: amanhecer
Degraded bird, I give you back your eyes forever, ascend now whither you are tossed;
Forsake this wrist, forsake this rhyme;
Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost,
But climb.
Tags: poetry freedom growth soar
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