A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
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Night falls fast. Today is in the past.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Time is fleeting and the present quickly becomes the past.
In this quote, Edna St. Vincent Millay reflects on the swift passage of time, emphasizing how quickly one moment transitions into another. As night descends, it serves as a metaphor for the end of day and the inevitability of time, suggesting that we should cherish the present because it soon becomes a memory.
Themes
TimeFleetingPresentMemoryReflection
In practice
Example use cases
During a graduation speech, one might use this quote to highlight the important moments in life that quickly become memories.
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