Edna St. Vincent Millay

And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay

It’s not true that life is one damn thing after another – it’s one damn thing over and over.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay

She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.

Edna St. Vincent Millay