Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

121. The Betrothal 1/1/2004
122. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
123. The Concert 1/13/2003
124. The Courage That My Mother Had 1/3/2015
125. The Curse 1/13/2003
126. The Death Of Autumn 1/13/2003
127. The Dream 1/13/2003
128. The Fawn 1/13/2003
129. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
130. The Goose-Girl 1/13/2003
131. The Leaf And The Tree 1/13/2003
132. The Little Ghost 1/13/2003
133. The Little Hill 1/13/2003
134. The Penitent 1/13/2003
135. The Philosopher 1/13/2003
136. The Plaid Dress 1/13/2003
137. The Poet And His Book 1/13/2003
138. The Return From Town 1/13/2003
139. The Shroud 1/13/2003
140. The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge 1/13/2003
141. The Snow Storm 1/13/2003
142. The Spring And The Fall 1/13/2003
143. The Suicide 1/13/2003
144. The True Encounter 1/13/2003
145. The Unexplorer 1/13/2003
146. The Wood Road 1/13/2003
147. Think Not, Not For A Moment Let Your Mind 1/13/2003
148. Three Songs Of Shattering 1/13/2003
149. Thursday 1/1/2004
150. To A Poet That Died Young 1/13/2003
151. To A Young Poet 1/1/2004
152. To Kathleen 1/1/2004
153. To The Not Impossible Him 1/13/2003
154. To Those Without Pity 1/13/2003
155. Travel 1/13/2003
156. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
157. Underground System 1/13/2003
158. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
159. What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet Xliii) 1/13/2003
160. When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face 1/1/2004
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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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City Trees

The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.

And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.

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