Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes About Earth

Quotes about: Earth

• Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Men, Sky, Mad

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2003). “Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems”, p.38, Library of America

• 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.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Peace, Earth, Euclid

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2012). “The Selected Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay”, p.155, Modern Library

• 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 In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release From dusty bondage into luminous air. O blinding hour, O holy, terrible day, When first the shaft into his vision shone Of light anatomized! Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Peace, Hero, Air

  "Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare" l. 11 (1923)

• Spring TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots. Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Spring, Flower, Men

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2009). “Second April: Easyread Super Large 18pt Edition”, p.1, ReadHowYouWant.com

• I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees. For soon the shower will be done, And then the broad face of the sun Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth Until the world with answering mirth Shakes joyously, and each round drop Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Rain, Eye, Kissing

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “Early Poems”, p.6, Courier Corporation

• Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Summer, Flower, Earth

• Earth does not understand her child,
  Who from the loud gregarious town
  Returns, depleted and defiled,
  To the still woods, to fling him down.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Children, Doe, Earth

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (1934). “Wine from these grapes”

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