Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

1. The Prisoner -new- 7/30/2015
2. She Is Overheard Singing 6/18/2015
3. The Courage That My Mother Had 1/3/2015
4. Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies 11/28/2014
5. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
6. Underground System 1/13/2003
7. Sonnet Iv: Not In This Chamber 1/1/2004
8. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
9. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
10. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
11. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
12. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
13. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
14. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
15. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
16. Inland 1/13/2003
17. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
18. Scrub 1/13/2003
19. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/13/2003
20. To Kathleen 1/1/2004
21. Pastoral 1/13/2003
22. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
23. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown 1/13/2003
24. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This 1/13/2003
25. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
26. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend 1/13/2003
27. The Penitent 1/13/2003
28. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
29. The Shroud 1/13/2003
30. Three Songs Of Shattering 1/13/2003
31. The Wood Road 1/13/2003
32. Modern Declaration 1/13/2003
33. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
34. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
35. I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue 1/13/2003
36. The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge 1/13/2003
37. The Bean-Stalk 1/13/2003
38. Wraith 1/13/2003
39. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
40. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Edna St. Vincent Millay

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet Xliii)

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A ...

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The Leaf And The Tree

When will you learn, myself, to be
a dying leaf on a living tree?
Budding, swelling, growing strong,
Wearing green, but not for long,
Drawing sustenance from air,
That other leaves, and you not there,
May bud, and at the autumn's call
Wearing russet, ready to fall?
Has not this trunk a deed to do

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