Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

41. I Dreamed I Moved Among The Elysian Fields 1/13/2003
42. I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart 1/13/2003
43. I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue 1/13/2003
44. I Shall Go Back 1/1/2004
45. I will put Chaos into fourteen lines 10/24/2015
46. I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed 1/1/2004
47. If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way 1/1/2004
48. If Still Your Orchards Bear 1/13/2003
49. Indifference 1/13/2003
50. Inland 1/13/2003
51. Intention To Escape From Him 1/13/2003
52. Interim 1/13/2003
53. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
54. Journey 1/13/2003
55. Justice Denied In Massachusetts 1/13/2003
56. Kin To Sorrow 1/13/2003
57. Lament 1/13/2003
58. Lines For A Grave-Stone 1/1/2004
59. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
60. Love Is Not All 1/13/2003
61. Low-Tide 1/13/2003
62. Make Bright The Arrows 1/13/2003
63. Mariposa 1/13/2003
64. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
65. Menses 1/13/2003
66. Midnight Oil 1/13/2003
67. Mist In The Valley 1/13/2003
68. Modern Declaration 1/13/2003
69. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend 1/13/2003
70. Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love 1/13/2003
71. No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/1/2004
72. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much 1/13/2003
73. Not In A Silver Casket Cool With Pearls 1/13/2003
74. Ode To Silence 1/13/2003
75. Oh, My Belovèd, Have You Thought Of This 1/1/2004
76. Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry 1/13/2003
77. Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended 1/1/2004
78. Passer Mortuus Est 1/13/2003
79. Pastoral 1/13/2003
80. Pity Me Not Because The Light Of Day 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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