Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

41. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau! 1/13/2003
42. Scrub 1/13/2003
43. Eel-Grass 1/13/2003
44. The Shroud 1/13/2003
45. Portrait By A Neighbour 1/13/2003
46. The Poet And His Book 1/13/2003
47. Elegy Before Death 1/13/2003
48. Three Songs Of Shattering 1/13/2003
49. Inland 1/13/2003
50. The True Encounter 1/13/2003
51. When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins 1/13/2003
52. The Wood Road 1/13/2003
53. The Betrothal 1/1/2004
54. I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue 1/13/2003
55. Sonnet I: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs 1/1/2004
56. The Little Hill 1/13/2003
57. To Kathleen 1/1/2004
58. Sonnet 06: Bluebeard 1/13/2003
59. Modern Declaration 1/13/2003
60. Sonnet Vi: This Door You Might Not Open 1/1/2004
61. The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge 1/13/2003
62. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
63. Rosemary 1/13/2003
64. The Plaid Dress 1/13/2003
65. Epitaph 1/13/2003
66. Song Of A Second April 1/13/2003
67. Sonnets 01: We Talk Of Taxes, And I Call You Friend 1/13/2003
68. Ode To Silence 1/13/2003
69. The Little Ghost 1/13/2003
70. Lines For A Grave-Stone 1/1/2004
71. Sonnet 05: If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way 1/13/2003
72. The Unexplorer 1/13/2003
73. Sonnets 09: Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old 1/13/2003
74. To A Poet That Died Young 1/13/2003
75. Tavern 1/13/2003
76. The Concert 1/13/2003
77. Menses 1/13/2003
78. To Those Without Pity 1/13/2003
79. Indifference 1/13/2003
80. Souvenir 1/13/2003

Comments about Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • 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.

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  • 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..

  • 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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The Betrothal

Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad,
And love me if you like.
I shall not hear the door shut
Nor the knocker strike.
Oh, bring me gifts or beg me gifts,
And wed me if you will.
I'd make a man a good wife,
Sensible and still.
And why should I be cold, my lad,

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