Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей цитаты
Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей
Дата рождения: 22. Февраль 1892
Дата смерти: 19. Октябрь 1950
Другие имена:إدنا سانت فنسنت ميلاي,ادنا سنت وینسنت میلی,Една Сент-Вінсент Міллей
Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей — американская поэтесса и драматург, первая женщина, получившая Пулитцеровскую премию по поэзии, одна из самых знаменитых поэтов США XX века.
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Кэти Акер
американская постмодернистская и феминистская писательниц...
Ольга Фёдоровна Берггольц8
русская, советская поэтесса и прозаик
Новелла Матвеева2
русский поэт, прозаик, бард, драматург, литературовед
Лидия Койдула1
эстонская поэтесса, прозаик, переводчик, драматургЦитаты Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей
„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, A Few Figs from Thistles
"First Fig" from A Few Figs from Thistles (1920)
„My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I'll not be knowing,
Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,
No matter where it's going.“
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Selected Poetry
"Travel", st. 3, Second April, 1921
„Many a bard's untimely death
Lends unto his verses breath“
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Context: Many a bard's untimely death
Lends unto his verses breath;
Here's a song was never sung:
Growing old is dying young.
"To a Poet Who Died Young" in Second April (1921), p. 52
„So wanton, light and false, my love, are you,
I am most faithless when I most am true.“
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Context: But you are mobile as the veering air,
And all your charms more changeful than the tide,
Wherefore to be inconstant is no care:
I have but to continue at your side.
So wanton, light and false, my love, are you,
I am most faithless when I most am true.
From Sonnet III: "Oh, Think not I am faithful to a vow!", A Few Figs from Thistles (1922) <!-- Not sure whether this appears in the 1920 edition. -->
„I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.“
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
Context: Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
Sonnet XLIII: "What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why" (1923), Collected Poems", 1931
