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After the feet of beauty fly my own.
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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Rockland
Maine
Nancy Boyd
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Beauty
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When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! I had you and I have you now no more.
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I screamed, and--lo!--Infinity Came down and settled over me
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I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.
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I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.
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You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.
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Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that but some place set apart for it.
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And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.
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Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread.
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I will come back to you, I swear I will And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.
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This have I known always: Love is no more than the wide blossom which the wind assails, than the great tide that treads the shifting shore, strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales Pity me that the heart is slow to learn, that the swift mind beholds at every turn.
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I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death I am not on his pay-roll.
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O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
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Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line.
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Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free.
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There is no shelter in you anywhere.
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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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It's not true that life is one damn thing after another it is one damn thing over and over.
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