Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

161. An Ancient Gesture 1/13/2003
162. A Visit To The Asylum 1/13/2003
163. First Fig 1/13/2003
164. The Spring And The Fall 1/13/2003
165. Dirge Without Music 1/13/2003
166. Afternoon On A Hill 1/4/2003
167. Conscientious Objector 1/13/2003
168. Love Is Not All 1/13/2003
169. What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet Xliii) 1/13/2003
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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 Shroud

Death, I say, my heart is bowed
Unto thine,—O mother!
This red gown will make a shroud
Good as any other!

(I, that would not wait to wear
My own bridal things,
In a dress dark as my hair
Made my answerings.

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