Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

1. The Courage That My Mother Had 1/3/2015
2. Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies 11/28/2014
3. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
4. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
5. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
6. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
7. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
8. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
9. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
10. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
11. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/13/2003
12. Underground System 1/13/2003
13. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
14. The Bean-Stalk 1/13/2003
15. Sonnet Iv: Not In This Chamber 1/1/2004
16. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
17. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend 1/13/2003
18. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
19. The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge 1/13/2003
20. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
21. The Return From Town 1/13/2003
22. Menses 1/13/2003
23. Modern Declaration 1/13/2003
24. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
25. The Poet And His Book 1/13/2003
26. If Still Your Orchards Bear 1/13/2003
27. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
28. Inland 1/13/2003
29. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much 1/13/2003
30. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
31. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
32. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This 1/13/2003
33. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
34. Sonnets (1923) 1/1/2004
35. To Kathleen 1/1/2004
36. The Penitent 1/13/2003
37. The Wood Road 1/13/2003
38. Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended 1/13/2003
39. Make Bright The Arrows 1/13/2003
40. Pastoral 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 Betrothal

Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad,
And love me if you like.
I shall not hear the door shut
Nor the knocker strike.
Oh, bring me gifts or beg me gifts,
And wed me if you will.
I'd make a man a good wife,
Sensible and still.
And why should I be cold, my lad,

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