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slowdownshow: The fitter said, “Madame, vous avez maigri,” / And pinched together a handful of skirt at my hip. / “Tant mieux,” I said, and looked away slowly, and took my under-lip / Softly between my teeth. Today’s poem is “The Fitting” by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Loverdesart: Where you used to be there is a hole in the world which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and falling in at night I miss you like hell ~ Edna St Vincent Millay

slowdownshow: In today’s poem, Edna St. Vincent Millay depicts a woman at the seamstress. “You’ve lost weight,” the seamstress says again and again, in French. And in subtle gestures, it becomes clear that the reason for this sudden change is the end of love.

JansonGuillen: “I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes.”-Edna St. Vincent Millay

ASander67570788: My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -- it gives a lovely light! Edna St Vincent Millay

causalinf: What a wonderful in-depth and well documented thread about the poet Edna St Vincent Millay.

maggiekb1: Monthly weekends spent with wacky auntie Edna St. Vincent Millay.

JosieDion: The Singing-Woman from the Wood's Edge by Edna St. Vincent Millay

4FreeEBooks: Writers Inspirational Quotes A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Micah_Wilson104: Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. Edna St. Vincent Millay

MedowRena: I’d be lying if I didn’t admit the truth: Violette Leduc & Edna St. Vincent Millay are my literary moms

detorresarianne: love is not all - a poem by edna st. vincent millay

4FreeEBooks: Writers Inspirational Quotes A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Thebiblioboy: Check out The Magazine Encore for May 1942 Arnold Bennett , Edna St. Vincent Millay

hmvanderhart: Evil does overwhelm The larkspur and the corn; We have seen them go under. Edna St. Vincent Millay

maxvwilliams: Menses by Edna St Vincent Millay is a wonderful poem.

hmvanderhart: Edna St. Vincent Millay, protesting the 1927 sentencing of Sacco and Vanzetti, anarchist immigrants falsely accused of murder.

justMerhodc: "Night falls fast. Today is in the past." ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

elendirG: SEARCHING my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea; [Exiled - Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950)]

BooksPajamas: These are both me, this 41st year of my life. It’s messy but it’s not a mess. I am channeling my inner Edna St Vincent Millay and adding FN to the pile of reasons to believe in the power of being myself

4FreeEBooks: Writers Inspirational Quotes A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

KimVanMunching: No matter what I say, All that I really love Is the rain that flattens on the bay, And the eel-grass in the cove; The jingle-shells that lie and bleach At the tide-line, and the trace Of higher tides along the beach:  Nothing in this place. Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1921

ebmom: Missing You Quote -

PoetryAlive: I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. — Edna St. Vincent Millay

cupidx143: "I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.” ― Edna St. Vincent Millay

mindgallery: Edna St. Vincent Millay - Recuerdo

4FreeEBooks: Writers Inspirational Quotes A person who publishes a book appears willfully in public with his pants down. - Edna St. Vincent Millay

LizanneFlynn: And if I loved you Wednesday, Well, what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday— So much is true. And why you come complaining Is more than I can see. I loved you Wednesday,—yes—but what Is that to me? Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Understanding
 by Sara Teasdale

I understood the rest too well,
And all their thoughts have come to be
Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell
Of a sunny shallow sea.

But you I never understood,
Your spirit's secret hides like gold
Sunk in a Spanish galleon
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