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. 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. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
9. Underground System 1/13/2003
10. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
11. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
12. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
13. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
14. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
15. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
16. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
17. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/13/2003
18. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
19. The Bean-Stalk 1/13/2003
20. To Kathleen 1/1/2004
21. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown 1/13/2003
22. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
23. The Penitent 1/13/2003
24. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
25. I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue 1/13/2003
26. The Return From Town 1/13/2003
27. Portrait By A Neighbour 1/13/2003
28. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
29. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
30. The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge 1/13/2003
31. The Little Hill 1/13/2003
32. Inland 1/13/2003
33. Sonnets (1923) 1/1/2004
34. The True Encounter 1/13/2003
35. If Still Your Orchards Bear 1/13/2003
36. To Those Without Pity 1/13/2003
37. Make Bright The Arrows 1/13/2003
38. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
39. Oh, My Belovèd, Have You Thought Of This 1/1/2004
40. The Wood Road 1/13/2003

Comments about Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • 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.

  • John Hardesty 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..

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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