Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

1. The Prisoner 7/30/2015
2. Inert Perfection 3/11/2016
3. I will put Chaos into fourteen lines 10/24/2015
4. She Is Overheard Singing 6/18/2015
5. Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies 11/28/2014
6. The Courage That My Mother Had 1/3/2015
7. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
8. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
9. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
10. Underground System 1/13/2003
11. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
12. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
13. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
14. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
15. Pastoral 1/13/2003
16. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
17. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
18. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
19. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
20. Scrub 1/13/2003
21. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
22. The Bean-Stalk 1/13/2003
23. To Kathleen 1/1/2004
24. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
25. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This 1/13/2003
26. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
27. The Penitent 1/13/2003
28. Sonnets (1923) 1/1/2004
29. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
30. The Wood Road 1/13/2003
31. Inland 1/13/2003
32. Eel-Grass 1/13/2003
33. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
34. The Poet And His Book 1/13/2003
35. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much 1/13/2003
36. The Little Hill 1/13/2003
37. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown 1/13/2003
38. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend 1/13/2003
39. The True Encounter 1/13/2003
40. To Those Without Pity 1/13/2003

Comments about Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • 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?

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  • 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.

  • John Hardesty (7/2/2013 1:29:00 PM)

    Maine claims her, and America labeled her a poet! Would have loved to met her, in her time! One of my favorite and most cherished!

  • Willie Walker (2/16/2012 3:33:00 PM)

    And I to lie with you, Melissa. On a bright sunshiny morning in the High Sierras or in an evening during the magic of an alpenglow..

  • Gabrielle A. Macdonald (1/18/2012 7:25:00 PM)

    One of the poems iin which Millay is shattered and humiliated not by the loss of love but by the travesty of justice during the Sacco-Vanzetti trumped up trial. Both were executed - more for being Italian immigrants and anarchists..than for anything based on evidence. Compare to the infamous Dreyfuss Affair in France.
    The pernicious weeds have won, Millay's character thinks.

  • Michael Harmon (4/19/2009 4:24:00 PM)

    I guess my previous information was incorrect. This PH biography seems to imply she died from smoking; my understanding was that she fell down a flight of steps at her home and broke her neck.

  • Melissa Nelson (10/21/2005 7:00:00 AM)

    This poem created a relaxing feel for me. I would give anything to be able to just lay under the sun on a hill.

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 ...

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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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