PoemI know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year.Edna St. Vincent Millay1923★ 3.5
PoemWhat lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morningEdna St. Vincent Millay1923★ 3.5
PoemI am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.Edna St. Vincent Millay1928★ 3.5
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