Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

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  • Windjammer (1/8/2019 7:33:00 AM)

    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.

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  • Erin Bernard (12/14/2018 8:50:00 AM)

    Is Tavern by Edna St. Vincent Millay a sonnet poem?

  • bellnbanjo (11/14/2018 9:18:00 PM)

    but ah, my friends, and oh, my foes, it gives a lovely light.

    I may not have punctuated correctly.

  • Ralph Burke (10/29/2018 9:07:00 PM)

    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.

  • angie carroll (8/10/2018 9:29:00 AM)

    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

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  • Hephzibah (8/4/2018 10:25:00 PM)

    Please provide me a summary of this poem exiled

  • Ruta Mohapatra Ruta Mohapatra (7/28/2018 9:15:00 AM)

    A powerful, honest and forthright poet.

  • fonye ephesian (6/16/2018 11:41:00 AM)

    Music brings the inspiration of our ancesstors

  • May. Red (1/13/2018 12:56:00 AM)

    @patricia My favorite poem ever. Short and to the point

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 ...

Read the full of What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet Xliii)

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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