Ocupation: Poet
Life: February 22, 1892 - October 19, 1950
Birthday: February 22
Death: October 19
We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and you be stiff and still! That I could speak,—and you perforce be dumb! I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof In some firm fabric, woven in and out; Your golden filaments in fair design Across my duller fibre.
source: Edna St. Vincent Millay (2007). “The Collected Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay”, p.25, Filiquarian Publishing, LLC.
topic: Moving, Heart, Thinking, Warp, Heart Strings