I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.
Edna St. Vincent MillayIt's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.
Edna St. Vincent MillayBeauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.
Edna St. Vincent MillayCurse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me, I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly That I might eat again, and met thy sneers With deprecations, and thy blows with tears.
Edna St. Vincent Millay