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

Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay

141. The Spring And The Fall 1/13/2003
142. The Suicide 1/13/2003
143. The True Encounter 1/13/2003
144. The Unexplorer 1/13/2003
145. The Wood Road 1/13/2003
146. Think Not, Not For A Moment Let Your Mind 1/13/2003
147. Three Songs Of Shattering 1/13/2003
148. Thursday 1/1/2004
149. To A Poet That Died Young 1/13/2003
150. To a Young Poet 1/1/2004
151. To Kathleen 1/1/2004
152. To The Not Impossible Him 1/13/2003
153. To Those Without Pity 1/13/2003
154. Travel 1/13/2003
155. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
156. Underground System 1/13/2003
157. We Talk of Taxes... 1/1/2004
158. What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet XLIII) 1/13/2003
159. When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face 1/1/2004
160. When the Year grows Old 1/4/2003

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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