Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

1. I will put Chaos into fourteen lines 10/24/2015
2. She Is Overheard Singing 6/18/2015
3. Inert Perfection 3/11/2016
4. The Prisoner 7/30/2015
5. Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies 11/28/2014
6. The Courage That My Mother Had 1/3/2015
7. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
8. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
9. Pastoral 1/13/2003
10. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
11. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
12. Underground System 1/13/2003
13. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
14. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
15. The Bean-Stalk 1/13/2003
16. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
17. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
18. Make Bright The Arrows 1/13/2003
19. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
20. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
21. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
22. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
23. Lines For A Grave-Stone 1/1/2004
24. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
25. I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue 1/13/2003
26. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/13/2003
27. Eel-Grass 1/13/2003
28. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
29. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
30. Menses 1/13/2003
31. Inland 1/13/2003
32. The Penitent 1/13/2003
33. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend 1/13/2003
34. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
35. If Still Your Orchards Bear 1/13/2003
36. Passer Mortuus Est 1/13/2003
37. Rosemary 1/13/2003
38. Scrub 1/13/2003
39. The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge 1/13/2003
40. Sonnet I: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs 1/1/2004
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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