"And he whose soul is flat -- the sky Will cave in on him by and by."

"I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My anguish, into something I can bear"

"I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind..."

"To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do."

"I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me."

"Second Fig Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!"

"Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wrung, and the song written."

"Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean."

"That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe."

"Night falls fast. Today is in the past."

"And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?"

"But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me."

"Life must go on; I forget just why."

"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?"

"I would blossom if I were a rose."

"I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned."

"I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went."

"The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand; The soul can split the sky in two, And let the face of God shine through."

"There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough."

"Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."

"You are loved. If so, what else matters?"

"A person who publishes a book willfully appears before the populace with his pants down. If it is a good book nothing can hurt him. If it is a bad book nothing can help him."

"She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes."

"This book, when I am dead, will be A little faint perfume of me. People who knew me well will say, She really used to think that way."