Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes About Flowers

Quotes about: Flowers

• I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Nature, Flower, Blooming

  Edna St Vincent, Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection”, p.133, eBookIt.com

• April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Spring, Flower, April

  Edna St Vincent, Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection”, p.148, eBookIt.com

• Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owest yesterday.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Sweet, Flower, Sleep

• Heap not on this mound roses that she loved so well; why bewilder her with roses that she cannot see or smell.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Flower, Smell, Rose

  Edna St Vincent, Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection”, p.185, eBookIt.com

• 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

• But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach, And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling, The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Flower, Heart, Eye

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2011). “Collected Poems”, p.67, Harper Collins

• 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

• 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

  Flower, Cups, April

  Edna St Vincent, Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection”, p.148, eBookIt.com

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