A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
Edna St. Vincent MillayRead
Night falls fast. Today is in the past.
Interpretation
Time is fleeting and the present quickly becomes the past.
In this quote, Edna St. Vincent Millay reflects on the swift passage of time, emphasizing how quickly one moment transitions into another. As night descends, it serves as a metaphor for the end of day and the inevitability of time, suggesting that we should cherish the present because it soon becomes a memory.
In practice
During a graduation speech, one might use this quote to highlight the important moments in life that quickly become memories.
A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
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I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.
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There's a graveyard in northern France where all the dead boys from D-Day are buried. The white crosses reach from one horizon to the other. I remember looking it over and thinking it was a forest of graves. But the rows were like this, dizzying, diagonal, perfectly straight, so after all it wasn't a forest but an orchard of graves. Nothing to do with nature, unless you count human nature.
We have a new generation of very rich people who want to do more with their money than buy a lot of expensive toys. They want to live meaningful lives.
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