Edna St. Vincent Millay
- To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak;
Who do not drink their tea, though they always said
Tea was such a comfort.
(topic: maturity)
- I have loved badly, loved the great
Too soon, withdrawn my words too late;
And eaten in an echoing hall
Alone and from a chipped plate
The words that I withdrew too late.
(topic: regret)
- The most I ever did for you was to outlive you.
But that is much.
(topic: solitude-loneliness)
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