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. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
8. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
9. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
10. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
11. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
12. Underground System 1/13/2003
13. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
14. Menses 1/13/2003
15. Inland 1/13/2003
16. To Kathleen 1/1/2004
17. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
18. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
19. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
20. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown 1/13/2003
21. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
22. Sonnets (1923) 1/1/2004
23. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
24. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
25. Rosemary 1/13/2003
26. The Wood Road 1/13/2003
27. Pastoral 1/13/2003
28. The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge 1/13/2003
29. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
30. Three Songs Of Shattering 1/13/2003
31. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
32. The Poet And His Book 1/13/2003
33. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much 1/13/2003
34. The Little Hill 1/13/2003
35. Make Bright The Arrows 1/13/2003
36. Wraith 1/13/2003
37. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
38. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
39. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend 1/13/2003
40. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/13/2003

Comments about Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • May. Red (1/13/2018 12:56:00 AM)

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

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  • 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 (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 ...

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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