Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes About Rain

Quotes about: Rain

• Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
  Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
  Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
  And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
  Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
  Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
  Yet many a man is making friends with death
  Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Life, Rain, Love Is

  "Love Is Not All" l. 1 (1931)

• 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

• Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Love, Rain, Men

  "Love Is Not All" l. 1 (1931)

• 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

• Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Breakup, Sweet, Lying

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

• 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

• [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

• ... but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Rain, Tonight, Ghost

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

• 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

• Under my head till morning; but the rain, Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh, Upon the glass and listen for reply.

  Edna St. Vincent Millay

  Morning, Rain, Glasses

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

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