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To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough.
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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But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.
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April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
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Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
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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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Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife, the years from off your life, my friend! the years that death takes off my life, he'll take from off the other end!
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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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She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.
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O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
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