I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)
Source: Second April, 1921
Contributed by: Zaady
The soul can split the sky in two, and let the face of God shine through.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
We were very tired, we were very merry- We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
Source: A Few Figs from Thistles, 1920, Recuerdo
My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing; Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.
Source: Travel , 1921
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
Source: What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, 1923
I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.
Source: A Few Figs from Thistles, 1920, The Penitent
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood.
Source: Renascence, 1912
I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year.
Source: I Know I Am But Summer, 1923
Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.
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