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 little while, that in me sings no more.
This is a poem I myself remember when I look back on my lovers
One of my absolute favorites as it recalls to mind my own many lovers of my past. A poem only a woman could write so perfectly and be so greatly understood by women everywhere. Truly one of the poets fines writes!
The line Thus in winter..... seems to be a syllable short (9) . It doesn't seem to affect the reading and I cannot indestand why. All the other lines have 10 syllables.
Congratulations being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day
Very heart touching poem by the great North American Poetess. Powerfully worded poem
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.A very sad ending lines. Very sad and this shouting Sonnet touches my heart.5 Stars for the great Poetess!
Beautiful work of art, very heartfelt with strong emotions. It touched my heart......
i don't get it wat is the point of this poem supposely no affence