EdnaSt. Vincent Millay wrote of, and lived, the arc of celebrity. She captured the defiant gaiety of her generation, shaking off the war and moving into what would soon become
ByEdna St. Vincent Millay. What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain. Under my head till morning; but the rain. Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh. Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain. For unremembered lads that not again.
Vidatemprana. Millay nació en Rockland, Maine, de Cora Lounella Buzelle, una enfermera, y Henry Tolman Millay, un maestro de escuela que más tarde se convertiría en superintendente de escuelas.Su segundo nombre deriva del St. Vincent's Hospital en Nueva York, donde la vida de su tío había sido salvada justo antes de su nacimiento.La
ByEdna St. Vincent Millay. Time does not bring relief; you all have lied. Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side, And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year’s bitter loving must remain.
nadaen los bolsillos. Nunca, nunca jamás ha de cogerse la fruta de la rama y almacenarla en toneles. El invierno del amor es una bodega de arcones vacíos en un huerto que mulle el deterioro SONETO V Si descubriera,
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