Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes About Pain

Quotes about: Pain

• And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Life, Pain, Fire

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2003). “Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems”, p.239, Library of America

• Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain-- Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Pain, Rain, Heart

  Edna St Vincent, Edna St. Vincent Millay (2013). “The Edna St. Vincent Millay Collection”, p.134, eBookIt.com

• 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

• Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year's bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide! There are a hundred places where I fear To go,--so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, 'There is no memory of him here!' And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Pain, Memories, Rain

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2014). “Millay: Poems”, p.56, Everyman's Library

• Ah, drink again This river that is the taker-away of pain, And the giver-back of beauty! In these cool waves What can be lost?-- Only the sorry cost Of the lovely thing, ah, never the thing itself! The level flood that laves The hot brow And the stiff shoulder Is at our temples now. Gone is the fever, But not into the river; Melted the frozen pride, But the tranquil tide Runs never the warmer for this, Never the colder. Immerse the dream. Drench the kiss. Dip the song in the stream.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Running, Dream, Song

  Edna St. Vincent Millay (2003). “Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems”, p.95, Library of America

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