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EverydayMillay: Edna St. Vincent Millay reads "Not in a silver casket cool with pearls"

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amandaaaqt: Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay CHIMANDA FRIDATE WITH ALJON

ModPoPenn: Today we are releasing episode 160 of the podcast series “PoemTalk”—a discussion of two sonnets by Edna St. Vincent Millay with Lisa New, Jane Malcolm, and Sophia DuRose. Links:

Afilreis: Today we are releasing episode 160 of the podcast series “PoemTalk”—a discussion of two sonnets by Edna St. Vincent Millay with Lisa New, Jane Malcolm, and Sophia DuRose. Links:

MarySoonLee: For the curious, the list so far: Collected Sonnets, Edna St. Vincent Millay 2021 Rhysling Anthology Anchor Book of Modern Arabic Fiction The City We Became, N.K. Jemisin Piranesi, Susanna Clarke Bring Up the Bodies, Hilary Mantel Vera Rubin: A Life, Jacqueline + Simon Mitton

jacket2mag: Today we are releasing episode 160 of the podcast series “PoemTalk”—a discussion of two sonnets by Edna St. Vincent Millay with Lisa New, Jane Malcolm, and Sophia DuRose. Links:

SofiaJoubert: * We can stare at the fog until it shines, we can force it to unfold us. - Edna St. Vincent Millay © Andrei Grigorev

tpwkpitico: They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now Edna St. Vincent Millay

Umadlpisani: "How beautiful it is to sit like this – to think of much, and say little." Edna St. Vincent Millay

armadill2010: It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over. (Edna St. Vincent Millay)

chumulu: Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour, Rains from the sky a meteoric shower Of facts . . . they lie unquestioned, uncombined. Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill Is daily spun; but there exists no loom To weave it into fabric -- Edna St. Vincent Millay

katyh: It came out blazing so hard; you knew it couldn't sustain that energy, but it was amazing while it lasted. Kind of like that Edna St. Vincent Millay poem, except instead of a candle burning fast and furious at both ends, it was a model home giving off the lovely light.

HotemsP: When Edna St. Vincent Millay's whole book burned up in a hotel fire, she rewrote it from memory

doom_delrey: Haha what if I made a bot that just posted Edna St. Vincent Millay poetry haha

doom_delrey: God I THINK I got this thing working but here’s the promo. This bot is going to be posting excerpts from the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay.

pout_dracula: The sound of your tears, and the taste of my own. — Edna St. Vincent Millay // To The Wife of a Sick Friend

EverydayMillay: To inaugurate this account, here is a recording of Edna St. Vincent Millay reading "Love is not all":

Regina_Kenney: 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! - Edna St. Vincent Millay

mibrahimert: “Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.” Edna St. Vincent Millay The Kingdom (Where Nobody Dies)

evilrudeguy1: i was also obsessed w edna st vincent millay i was very annoying about the body(transgender in the closet)

SportsTeamCars: Only the shaking Of the voice that meant to sing; the sound of the strong Voice breaking. Strange in my hand appears The pen, and yours broken. There are ink and tears on the page; only the tears Have spoken. Edna St. Vincent Millay

No_way_but_this: Never May the Fruit Be Picked Edna St. Vincent Millay - 1892-1950 Never, never may the fruit be plucked from the bough And gathered into barrels. He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs. Though the branches bend like reeds,

fraveris: “ You are a thousand flowers, you are a meadow full of them.” Edna St. Vincent Millay.

hasudi: “I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.” ~Edna St. Vincent Millay~

swampknife: anyone want to hear some Edna St Vincent Millay

i_wish_u_love: I know I am but summer to your heart and not the full four seasons of the year Edna St. Vincent Millay

mikegil: With affection and appreciation for mothers everywhere. Happy Morhers' Day!

Ubermenscchh: “They preach about kindness all the time but, my god, love is rude. Any sincere emotion is. Love sticks out its tongue & it snaps, it roars, it does not ask for your permission.” Edna St. Vincent Millay from a diary entry featured in Savage Beauty

caitforestell: Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Time Does Not Bring Relief” from 1931’s Collected Poems.

unidentified008: “ You are a thousand flowers, you are a meadow full of them.” Edna St. Vincent Millay

AmjadSh26284815: “ You are a thousand flowers, you are a meadow full of them.” ♥️♥️♥️ •Edna St. Vincent Millay.

twohourquotes: “EbbI know what my heart is likeSince your love died:It is like a hollow ledgeHolding a little poolLeft there by the tide,A little tepid pool,Drying inward from the edge.” Edna St. Vincent Millay, Second April

wsmayo: Remember the weird Edna St. Vincent Millay burn in a Lois Lowry book?

acavitybymyside: now i read tired tired sea i want to buy collected poems by edna st.vincent millay but i have 261662737 books waiting to be bought and another 25278282 books waiting to be read lol

Loverdesart: First Fig 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 ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

raj65025523: 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! -Edna St. Vincent Millay

ellelaurens: “ You are a thousand flowers, you are a meadow full of them.” Edna St. Vincent Millay. Maya Beano.

RealEmirHan: “They preach about kindness all the time but, my god, love is rude. Any sincere emotion is. Love sticks out its tongue & it snaps, it roars, it does not ask for your permission.” Edna St. Vincent Millay from a diary entry featured in Savage Beauty

louieclosure: “They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now” Edna St. Vincent Millay

doom_delrey: Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no”

joeyangel_love: A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him. Edna St. Vincent Millay

charm_4071: “Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay FRIveMONTHS WITH ELLA

azforeman: Every time I read Edna St. Vincent Millay I develop an ever deeper resentment of the shitbirds in English lit departments who tried to make it un-cool to like her.

doom_delrey: Edna St. Vincent Millay reference on the timeline? Poggers.

RuthArnold: And with it a timely election love poem by one of my favourite poets, Edna St Vincent Millay - declaring: “...I shall love you always. No matter what party is in power; No matter what temporarily expedient combination of allied interests wins the war; Shall love you always.”

aR9Riego: They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to miss me as much as I’m missing you right now. -Edna St .Vincent Millay-

camelanian: Blown from the dark hill hitherto my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more. -Edna St. Vincent Millay

trump_blocked: The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide; Above the world is stretched the sky, – No higher than the soul is high. -Edna St. Vincent Millay

rachelsteenblik: Lol. Subtweeting Edna St. Vincent Millay.

ShannonEliza: “…there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take, No matter where it’s going.” —— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Travel

sebgaete: The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide... And he whose soul is flat - the sky Will cave in on him by and by. Edna St Vincent Millay

pawsrry: from the collected poems of edna st. vincent millay.

discountkeyleth: The mood of the day is listen to Time Does Not Bring Relief from Carmel Dean's Renascence on repeat until the notes and Edna St. Vincent Millay's words are literally etched into my brain and never ever leave again.

swampknife: on the OTHER hand we did get some Edna St Vincent Millay and it has soothed my soul

makkachinning: "IT'S NO FUN BEING IN LOVE WITH A SHADOW. YOU MUST BE SOMEWHERE IN THIS WORLD. GOD WOULD NOT HAVE MADE A HEART LIKE MINE AND NOT HAVE MADE ITS MATE." edna st. vincent millay

peculiarjulia: “a certain scandal ensued — a scandal which thereby launched Edna St. Vincent Millay into a literary life rife with love affairs, liquor, lasciviousness, and fame.” — Ray Harvey

FunWithPoetry: “The trees along this city street, Save for the traffic and the trains, Would make a sound as thin and sweet As trees in country lanes.” "City Trees" by Edna St. Vincent Millay

doom_delrey: Edna St. Vincent Millay, “No rose that in a garden ever grew”

doom_delrey: Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Themes and Variations, Part VII”

AAPublishingLLC: “I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one. I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes…” – Edna St. Vincent Millay – The Editors

MayaCPopa: Happy Monday! Closing couplet of Edna St. Vincent Millay's sonnet, "I pray you if you love me, bear my joy":

parisreview: “April brings the sense—everything stirring, about to burst or bursting—that one is waking up from a dream, or moving into another one. It ‘comes like an idiot,’ as Edna St. Vincent Millay puts it, ‘babbling and strewing flowers.’ ”

ojalart: “April brings the sense—everything stirring, about to burst or bursting—that one is waking up from a dream, or moving into another one. It ‘comes like an idiot,’ as Edna St. Vincent Millay puts it, ‘babbling and strewing flowers.’ ”

JaniceLeagra: SEARCHING my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea; Exiled Edna St. Vincent Millay

hasudi: “Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea” ~Edna St. Vincent Millay~

kloberst: My heart is warm with the friend I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing; Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going. ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

_ui1422: Life itself is nothing An empty cup, A flight of uncarpeted stairs, It is not enough that yearly, Down this hill, April comes like an idiot, Babbling and strewing flowers. Edna st. Vincent Millay

JustAGurl1966: Today's reading: 'I, being born a woman and distressed’ - Edna St. Vincent Millay Complexion - Richard Rodriguez The Peacock’s Shadow - E. Hoffman Price

PulpHerb: Today's reading: The Peacock’s Shadow - E. Hoffman Price 'I, being born a woman and distressed’ - Edna St. Vincent Millay Complexion - Richard Rodriguez Word count for the day: 516

KathyStickel: “Tomorrow it may be I might Do things to set the whole world right. There’s nothing I can do tonight.” - Edna St. Vincent Millay

The_So_Hail: I 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 Millay

Marnie1591: Why this poem? It reminded me of another, Edna St. Vincent Millay’s Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.

haIomilfs: “They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now” Edna St. Vincent Millay

trouvaillekyu: 15. “You weren’t just a star to me. You were my whole damn sky.” — Unknown 16. “Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay 17. “You

BonitaKale: For all who've lost someone, the last part of "Lament" by Edna St.Vincent Millay: Life must go on, And the dead be forgotten; Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why.

clecomposers: Today's Piece of the Day is Margi Griebling-Haigh's "Songs for Young Lovers," setting texts by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Listen to this performance by soprano Sandra Simon, oboist Danna Sundet, and pianist Randall Fusco:

Bige50124609: “My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Selected Poetry ☦️☦️☦️

millibeau: Since changing into a more passive job & with the isolation of the vid I feel like I'm more clumsy & have a harder time w/ words when I speak so I've been practicing speaking out loud with poetry. Here is one from my fav, Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Palvashits: "Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned." Edna St. Vincent Millay

faultymoonpie: My heart is warm with friends I make,    And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,    No matter where it's going. Edna St Vincent Millay

halossunflowerr: “They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now” Edna St. Vincent Millay”

OdysseyNumber5: The Prisoner ALL right, Go ahead! What's in a name? I guess I'll be locked into As much as I'm locked out of! Edna St. Vincent Millay

danaishpastry: always thinking about the last line of poetry that edna st vincent millay wrote before her death: “Handsome, this day; no matter who has died”

KelleyCostigan: Today's offering: What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why by Edna St Vincent Millay. If you like what you hear, please consider buying me a coffee. ☕

Jeb52319664: 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! Edna St. Vincent Millay

MelanieJaxn: -- Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year; My soul is all but out of me, -- let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call. -Edna St. Vincent Millay

Its_Kanika_: “Music, my rampart and my only one.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay

rEaRvIeW_Walls: 05/07/19 “They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now” Edna St. Vincent Millay”

LiteraryVienna: „I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.“ Edna St. Vincent Millay

emilyqualey: Magnolias always remind me of this incredible photo portrait of Edna St. Vincent Millay.

aleph_nought: here, by contrast, is my favourite poem—edna st vincent millay’s dirge without music—in my usual reading voice

nicratwoman: “Music, my rampart and my only one.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay

CarpBellamy: Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. -Edna St. Vincent Millay

eima_katalogoa: Edna St. Vincent Millay

hlmlovespoems: Edna St. Vincent Millay.... propinquity!!!!!!!!!

i4hrry: “They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now” Edna St. Vincent Millay AI NAO

saintcignatius: while you pursued vanity, i studied edna st vincent millay

UnderAntares: “Longing alone is singer to the lute; Let still on nettles in the open sigh The minstrel, that in slumber is as mute As any man, and love be far and high, That else forsakes the topmost branch, a fruit Found on the ground by every passer-by.” -Edna St Vincent Millay

armadill2010: It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over. (Edna St. Vincent Millay)



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