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Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Age: 58 †
Born: 1892
Born: February 22
Died: 1950
Died: October 19
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Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me, I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly That I might eat again, and met thy sneers With deprecations, and thy blows with tears.
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If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.
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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.
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That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe.
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When you publish something, it is very much as if you pulled your pants down in public. If what you have written is good, nobody can hurt you if what you have written is bad, nobody can help you.
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Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.
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A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.
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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.
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Music my rampart, and my only one.
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Youth, have no pity leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.
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Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owest yesterday.
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