Edna St. Vincent Millay

… one damn thing after another … one damn thing over and over.

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in …

Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere.

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.

After all, my earstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?

But you are mobile as the veering air, And all your charms more changeful than the tide, Wherefore to be inconstant is no care: I have but to continue at your side. So wanton, light and false, my love, are you, I am most faithless when I …

"One thing there's no getting by— I've been a wicked girl." said I; "But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!"

Many a bard's untimely death Lends unto his verses breath; Here's a song was never sung: Growing old is dying young.

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand; Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

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.

It's little I know what's in my heart, What's in my mind it's little I know, But there's that in me must up and start, And it's little I care where my feet go.

The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand

The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide

And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

But, sure, the sky is big, I said; Miles and miles above my head