Edna St. Vincent Millay

September 1

The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake,
Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road
A gateless garden, and an open path:
My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

October 13

Soar, eat ether,

see what has never been seen,

depart, be lost,

but climb.

– Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

August 10

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