Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

1. The Prisoner 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. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
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. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
12. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
13. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
14. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
15. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
16. Pastoral 1/13/2003
17. Make Bright The Arrows 1/13/2003
18. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
19. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
20. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
21. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
22. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
23. Inland 1/13/2003
24. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/13/2003
25. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau! 1/13/2003
26. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
27. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown 1/13/2003
28. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
29. The Penitent 1/13/2003
30. Sonnets (1923) 1/1/2004
31. Rosemary 1/13/2003
32. The Shroud 1/13/2003
33. Menses 1/13/2003
34. Eel-Grass 1/13/2003
35. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
36. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much 1/13/2003
37. The Poet And His Book 1/13/2003
38. The Little Hill 1/13/2003
39. Scrub 1/13/2003
40. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend 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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Kin To Sorrow

Am I kin to Sorrow,
That so oft
Falls the knocker of my door——
Neither loud nor soft,
But as long accustomed,
Under Sorrow's hand?
Marigolds around the step
And rosemary stand,
And then comes Sorrow—

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