More from Edna St. Vincent Millay
- And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.
- I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
- I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why
- It’s not true that life is one damn thing after another – it’s one damn thing over and over.
- It's not true that life is one damn thing after another - it's one damn thing over and over. letter to Arthur Davison Ficke, 24 Oct 1930
- She loves me all that she can,
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