“SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun ’tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.”
Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Renascence and Other Poems
This volume compiles a selection of poems that delve into the concepts of rebirth and renewal, offering readers a contemplative exploration of these themes through various literary styles and forms. more
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