Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

1. Inert Perfection 3/11/2016
2. The Prisoner 7/30/2015
3. She Is Overheard Singing 6/18/2015
4. I will put Chaos into fourteen lines 10/24/2015
5. Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies 11/28/2014
6. The Courage That My Mother Had 1/3/2015
7. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
8. Underground System 1/13/2003
9. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
10. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
11. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
12. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
13. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
14. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
15. Inland 1/13/2003
16. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
17. The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge 1/13/2003
18. The Poet And His Book 1/13/2003
19. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
20. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
21. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
22. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This 1/13/2003
23. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
24. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/13/2003
25. If Still Your Orchards Bear 1/13/2003
26. To Those Without Pity 1/13/2003
27. To Kathleen 1/1/2004
28. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
29. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
30. The Wood Road 1/13/2003
31. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
32. Pastoral 1/13/2003
33. To A Poet That Died Young 1/13/2003
34. The Penitent 1/13/2003
35. The Plaid Dress 1/13/2003
36. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau! 1/13/2003
37. The Little Hill 1/13/2003
38. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
39. Sonnets (1923) 1/1/2004
40. Tavern 1/13/2003

Comments about Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • 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.

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  • 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

  • Patricia Stepanchak (12/15/2017 10:53:00 AM)

    My candle burns at both ends
    It will not last the night
    But oh my foes and ah my friends
    It gives a lovely light.
    This keeps running through my head.
    My college English Professor often quoted this poem as her favorite.

  • Betty Roe (1/18/2016 4:14:00 PM)

    can someone she light on the Edns St. Vincent Millay's poem, I Could No Let You Go from Mementos of Millay?

  • Hunter Freaking Foster (11/22/2013 3:21:00 PM)

    Truly an awesome poet. I majored in poetry, and I can say for myself that this is a great poet.

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)

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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