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. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
8. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
9. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
10. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
11. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
12. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
13. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
14. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
15. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
16. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
17. Underground System 1/13/2003
18. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
19. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
20. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
21. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
22. Sonnets (1923) 1/1/2004
23. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend 1/13/2003
24. The Return From Town 1/13/2003
25. Pastoral 1/13/2003
26. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/13/2003
27. If Still Your Orchards Bear 1/13/2003
28. The Bean-Stalk 1/13/2003
29. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
30. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much 1/13/2003
31. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This 1/13/2003
32. Wraith 1/13/2003
33. Sonnets 08: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust 1/13/2003
34. The Penitent 1/13/2003
35. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
36. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown 1/13/2003
37. Make Bright The Arrows 1/13/2003
38. Passer Mortuus Est 1/13/2003
39. Elegy 1/13/2003
40. Oh, My Belovèd, Have You Thought Of This 1/1/2004

Comments about Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • 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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  • mnulaa (12/18/2018 11:00:00 AM)

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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)

The Leaf And The Tree

When will you learn, myself, to be
a dying leaf on a living tree?
Budding, swelling, growing strong,
Wearing green, but not for long,
Drawing sustenance from air,
That other leaves, and you not there,
May bud, and at the autumn's call
Wearing russet, ready to fall?
Has not this trunk a deed to do

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