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?
Edna St. Vincent MillayRead
But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the enduring nature of memories and the deep emotional impact of a person's beauty and youth.
Edna St. Vincent Millay expresses a deep nostalgia for a past love, suggesting that the individual was not only youthful and beautiful but also possessed qualities that made them unforgettable. The remembrance hints at the lasting impression that this love has left, emphasizing that true connection transcends mere physical attributes.
In practice
In a romantic speech at a wedding, one might quote this to reflect on the timeless nature of love.
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?
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.
I went to Boston fully expecting to be arrested - arrested by a polizia created by a government that my ancestors rebelled to establish.
Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants. There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank; Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with. Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why.
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.
I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.
She loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.
Rather would I have the love songs of romantic ages, rather Don Juan and Madame Venus, rather an elopement by ladder and rope on a moonlight night, followed by the father's curse, mother's moans, and the moral comments of neighbors, than correctness and propriety measured by yardsticks.
a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief
I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover
Love doesn't need to be discussed; it has its own voice and speaks for itself.
Love is at the Center of our being, and the calm, continuous pulsations of life are governed by Love.
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