Share this poet:
Edna St. Vincent Millay
 |
 |
 |
Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems
- What Lips My Lips Have Kissed,...
- Love Is Not All Love is not all: it is not meat nor ...
- Conscientious Objector I shall die, but that is all that I ...
- Afternoon On A Hill I will be the gladdest thing ...
- Dirge Without Music I am not resigned to the shutting away of...
- The Spring And The Fall In the spring of the year, in the ...
- First Fig My candle burns at both ends; It will not last ...
Edna St. Vincent Millay was an American lyrical poet, playwright and feminist. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, and was known for her activism and her many love affairs. She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work.
Early Life
Millay was born in Rockland, Maine to Cora Lounella, a nurse, and Henry Tollman Millay, a schoolteacher who would later become superintendent of schools. Her middle name derives from St. Vincent's Hospital in New York, where her uncle's life had been saved just before her birth. The family's house was "between the mountains and the sea where baskets of apples and drying herbs on the porch mingled their scents with those of... more »
Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets.
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 ...
PoemHunter.com Updates
- Check out
Classic Poets
- Footsteps of Angels
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- A Song About Myself
John Keats
- A Very Short Song
Dorothy Parker
Edna st Vincent Millay is a killer. when she died she tripe on a dead body and she fell down the stairs. sucked to be her
I am trying to find the poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay that begins; " this book, when I am dead, will be a little perfume of me..:
my all time favorite poem - but dont know the tiitle OH WORLD I CAN NOT HOLD THEE CLOSE ENOUGH THY WINDS THY WIDE GRAY SKIES. Would love to have the complete poem.
what Elaine replied I'm blown away that a student able to earn $5519 in a few weeks on the internet.
www.geosalary.com
Is Tavern by Edna St. Vincent Millay a sonnet poem?
but ah, my friends, and oh, my foes, it gives a lovely light.
I may not have punctuated correctly.
I'm searching for the poem attributed to Edna St. Vincent Millay that goes: My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but oh, my foes...it gives a lovely light. Is this a correct version of her work. I wonder if after foes...she added...and my friends, or something similar.
trying to find copy of poem WORK by EDNA ST VINCENT MILLAY I learned in high school
always stayed with me trying to find copy of poem WORK by EDNA ST VINCENT MILLAY
l
Please provide me a summary of this poem exiled
A powerful, honest and forthright poet.