Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes About Birds

Quotes about: Birds

• To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Wings, Bird, Together

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (1956). “Collected Poems”, HarperCollins Publishers

• What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. 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 me sings no more.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Summer, Lonely, Morning

  Harp-Weaver and Other Poems (1923) sonnet 19

• 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

  Beautiful, Fear, Fall

  1917 God's World.

• [on going to Sunday school:] It looks like rain, and I hope it will rain cats and dogs and hammers and pitchforks and silver sugar spoons and hay ricks and paper-covered novels and picture frames and rag carpets and toothpicks and skating rinks and birds of paradise and roof gardens and burdocks and French grammars before Sunday school time.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Dog, Rain, School

• I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer comes. Else will you seek, at some not distant time, Even your summer in another clime.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Summer, Wise, Sweet

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2014). “Millay: Poems”, p.170, Everyman's Library

• 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

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Lonely, Winter, Bird

  1923 Harp-Weaver and Other Poems,'Sonnet19: What lips my lips have kissed'.

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