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AdonaiG04362492: 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) PIEnalo WITH EIAN DAY5

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ScottOrgan1: from Dirge Without Music By Edna St. Vincent Millay

iherb23voucher6: “They say when you’re missing someone that they’re 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 -->iherb

lauritadianita2: 2/3: “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

aliterarybot: Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. —Edna St. Vincent Millay, 'Spring'

Brain_Chain: 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. / Nobody that matters, that is.——- Edna St. Vincent Millay

GalanZJ1: Forever, wanting Shall I be. For, what may become. If I shall never be free, Be free, To be me. Poem written by Athey Thompson Image of the late great poet & playwright Edna St Vincent Millay

stephen_smith: “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

ComradeBeani: Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more. - Edna St Vincent Millay

mliztuck: Dirge without music, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

annita_neatsy: “Beauty is whatever gives joy” - Edna St. Vincent Millay Pretty Welsh Mountain colt foal standing proudly next to his mum! Those eye lashes and that beard hair!! So cute! ☺️❤️

iamstfslvdr: “I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay ASHTEFseizing MOA GLOBE

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

bluegardenia114: This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me.—Edna St. Vincent Millay

bluegardenia114: Edna St. Vincent Millay "The Philosopher"

bluegardenia114: "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

_TheExcerpts: “I swear by the moon I am most melancholy soft, and most outrageous sentimental.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “The Lamp and the Bell”

iMoGalore: Writers Inspirational Quotes A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

colouroflead: 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. Edna St. Vincent Millay

erinentrada: People dress and go to town;    I sit in my chair. All my thoughts are slow and brown: Standing up or sitting down Little matters, or what gown    Or what shoes I wear. — Edna St. Vincent Millay

ElliottBlackwe3: With yet another tragedy that's happened, all I can think of are Edna St. Vincent Millay's lines, “Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world..." (art by Tetsuhiro Wakabayashi)

ecclespenor: How Fame Fed on Edna St. Vincent Millay

TracieS89160163: ‘I suffer from inflammation of the imagination and a bad attack of ingrowing temperament.’

mamewhit: The sad fate of Edna St Vincent Millay – America’s once celebrated poet

Patbrdh: 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

lsjamison: On TV talking about poetry! Edna St Vincent Millay and her torch poem—more like a scorch poem—as well as line breaks and threesomes!

LRB: ‘Rhetorically, Millay was a genius: her mastery of attitudes and devices owed a lot to her training as an actress. She knew the value of a theatrical presentation.’ Ange Mlinko on Edna St Vincent Millay’s diaries:

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Patbrdh: April Full of whispers, full of sighs Edna St. Vincent Millay

AodhBC: "Thou famished grave, I will not fill thee yet" Such a delightful poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

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

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ConsueloPoet: The sad fate of Edna St Vincent Millay – America’s once celebrated poet

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__llFll__: “Feed the grape and bean To the vintner and monger: I will lie down lean With my thirst and my hunger.” ; Edna St. Vincent Millay

patty4clma: The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through. ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

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aliterarybot: Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no, Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair Than small white single poppies,—I can bear Thy beauty. —Edna St. Vincent Millay, 'Sonnet

laurenbrazeal: "And entering with relief some quiet place / Where never fell his foot or shone his face / I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' / And so sand stricken, so remembering him." -Edna St Vincent Millay

contentmo: Writers Inspirational Quotes A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

angsuman: Fame Fed on Edna St. Vincent Millay

KUACFMTV: Poetry In America, Tonight at 8:30 on KUAC TV In 1920s Greenwich Village, Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote sonnets that toppled clichés of love and romance. To probe this unsentimental break-up poetry, host Elisa New speaks with a chorus of National Student Poets.

greggkrupa: "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, second april

NewYorker: During the 1910s and ’20s, Edna St. Vincent Millay achieved the kind of fame that was unusual for a poet then and unthinkable now. Before the age of the movie star, she became America’s first starlet.

CooperWilhelm: The other two are: Edna St. Vincent Millay The 20th Maine (they count as one person)

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)

AllOnFire: Writers Inspirational Quotes A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

LRB: Edna St Vincent Millay's life can't be neatly slotted into narratives of feminist triumphalism or victimisation, Ange Mlinko writes. She embarked on a brilliant career, but the Cinderella story turned into an addiction parable.

jayjayivan: "I, being born a woman and distressed" BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind, Am urged by your propinquity to find Your person fair, and feel a certain zest To bear your body’s weight upon my breast:

poetrypostbot: We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon; — from "Recuerdo", 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)

ArthurLWood: I shall forget you presently, my dear, So make the most of this, your little day, Your little month, your little half a year, Ere I forget, or die, or move away. Sonnet 4 from 'Four Sonnets' by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Listen here:

FalconbridgeMSN: Edna St. Vincent Millay collected songwriting royalties from ASCAP from 100+ poems set to music. If you know a poet affected by these issues, please hug them.

anitahart: I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

MaeveGilchrist: Can’t wait to perform the Harpweaver project solo at Steepletop this summer, home of poet, Edna St Vincent Millay. It’s going to be a magical evening!

mathew_judas: Not truth, but faith, it is that keeps the world alive. Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is. Edna St. Vincent Millay

johnstonglenn: Poet and playwright Edna St Vincent Millay was born OTD in 1892. The library at her upstate New York home Steepletop, now a museum, has Shakespeare and Company editions of Ulysses (6th printing, with ring stain) and Pomes Penyeach, and an early American edition of Chamber Music.

Sagraddda: Edna St. Vincent Millay, from "Wild Swans", Collected Poems.

ArthurLWood: Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow! Faithless am I save to love's self alone. Were you not lovely I would leave you now: After the feet of beauty fly my own. Sonnet 3 from 'Four Sonnets' by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Listen here:

lixll7l: I swear by the moon I am most melancholy soft, and most outrageous sentimental. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “The Lamp and the Bell,”

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

kelseyyan: "Never ask a girl poet to marry you." — Edna St Vincent Millay

ameliakated: “Departure” by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

aldsn8: “I swear by the moon I am most melancholy soft, and most outrageous sentimental.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “The Lamp and the Bell,” published c. 1921.

_uncoolniece: “First Fig” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

rock_fischer: Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand! Edna St. Vincent Millay

ArthurLWood: 'I think I should have loved you presently, And given in earnest words I flung in jest; And lifted honest eyes for you to see, And caught your hand against my cheek and breast.' Sonnet 2 from 'Four Sonnets' by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Listen here:

AmberBenson: Edna St. Vincent Millay is one of my favorites. This made me laugh.

daBookdragon: This poem, written by Edna St Vincent Millay in the 1930s, was a response to that era's "America First" movement. I have cherished Millay's complete works for decades but overlooked this poem until 6 years ago. It has now become a favorite.

hsianghui: How Fame Fed on Edna St. Vincent Millay

Benedix143: 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 QUIZMondate With BENEDIX

iherbcoupon2022: “They say when you’re missing someone that they’re 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 ~iherb

jaxwendy: I cannot read or hear the word zest without thinking of my dear Edna St. Vincent Millay

ArthurLWood: I, that have bared me to your quiver's fire, Lifted my face into its puny rain, Do wreathe you Impotent to Evoke Desire As you are Powerless to Elicit Pain! Sonnet I from 'Four Sonnets' by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Listen here:

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robertsnickc: 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, Travel, from "Second April", 1921

NewYorker: During the 1910s and ’20s, Edna St. Vincent Millay achieved the kind of fame that was unusual for a poet then and unthinkable now. Before the age of the movie star, she became America’s first starlet.

iMoGalore: Writers Inspirational Quotes A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

MostlyPrint: 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 1892 – 1950

aliterarybot: You think we build a world; I think we leave Only these tools, wherewith to strain and grieve. —Edna St. Vincent Millay, 'Sonnet'

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TheGirlfriend_0: “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 so much.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay

MiaHopkinsxoxo: Edmund Wilson on the poet Edna St. Vincent Millay. “He remained in love with her for years…”

CampMarmalade: dreamt I gave a Sprechstimme performance on a program also featuring Edna St. Vincent Millay, who read from her new work and discussed her aesthetic stances

poetrypostbot: And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold. — from "Recuerdo", by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

robertsnickc: 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, Travel, from "Second April", 1921

bizlike: 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

WritinDave: "Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies." - Edna St. Vincent Millay. No reason.

rodjnaquin: 4 of 5 stars to Collected Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

winningwriters: "Sonnets from an Ungrafted Tree, XLI", by Edna St. Vincent Millay |

Dofmau5: How presumptuous of that godawful Annie Clark to name herself after the incomparable Edna St. Vincent Millay!

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winningwriters: "I shall forget you presently, my dear (Sonnet IV)" by Edna St. Vincent Millay |

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