Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

81. Pity Me Not Because The Light Of Day 1/13/2003
82. Portrait By A Neighbour 1/13/2003
83. Prayer To Persephone 1/13/2003
84. Recuerdo 1/1/2004
85. Renascence 1/4/2003
86. Rosemary 1/13/2003
87. Scrub 1/13/2003
88. Second Fig 1/13/2003
89. She Is Overheard Singing 6/18/2015
90. Song Of A Second April 1/13/2003
91. Sonnet (Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now) 1/13/2003
92. Sonnet 01: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs,&Mdash;No 1/13/2003
93. Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied 1/13/2003
94. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
95. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
96. Sonnet 05: If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way 1/13/2003
97. Sonnet 06: Bluebeard 1/13/2003
98. Sonnet I: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs 1/1/2004
99. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
100. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
101. Sonnet Vi: This Door You Might Not Open 1/1/2004
102. Sonnets (1923) 1/1/2004
103. Sonnets 01: We Talk Of Taxes, And I Call You Friend 1/13/2003
104. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
105. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
106. Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended 1/13/2003
107. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
108. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/13/2003
109. Sonnets 07: When I Too Long Have Looked Upon Your Face 1/13/2003
110. Sonnets 08: And You As Well Must Die, Beloved Dust 1/13/2003
111. Sonnets 09: Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old 1/13/2003
112. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This 1/13/2003
113. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
114. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
115. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
116. Sorrow 1/13/2003
117. Souvenir 1/13/2003
118. Spring 1/13/2003
119. Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart 1/13/2003
120. Tavern 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)

City Trees

The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.

And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.

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