Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Ashes Of Life - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were
here!
But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again!—with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through,—
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me,—and the neighbors knock and
borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,—
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.


Comments about Ashes Of Life by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • (5/16/2014 3:04:00 PM)


    The lonely hours of surviving a broken heart. Been there and it's so very aptly put when she speaks of can't wait for
    night to fall but then can't wait for it to end. Spot on!
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  • (8/14/2009 2:13:00 PM)


    I kinda like this one. I'm gonna have to come back to find out why. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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