Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

1. She Is Overheard Singing 6/18/2015
2. The Courage That My Mother Had 1/3/2015
3. Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies 11/28/2014
4. Underground System 1/13/2003
5. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
6. Sonnet Iv: Not In This Chamber 1/1/2004
7. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
8. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
9. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
10. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
11. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
12. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
13. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
14. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
15. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
16. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/13/2003
17. The Bean-Stalk 1/13/2003
18. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
19. Pastoral 1/13/2003
20. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
21. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
22. Sonnets (1923) 1/1/2004
23. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
24. Lines For A Grave-Stone 1/1/2004
25. The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge 1/13/2003
26. Scrub 1/13/2003
27. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much 1/13/2003
28. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
29. The Poet And His Book 1/13/2003
30. The Little Hill 1/13/2003
31. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This 1/13/2003
32. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
33. The Penitent 1/13/2003
34. The True Encounter 1/13/2003
35. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
36. Make Bright The Arrows 1/13/2003
37. Menses 1/13/2003
38. Portrait By A Neighbour 1/13/2003
39. Sonnet I: Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs 1/1/2004
40. Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended 1/13/2003
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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She Is Overheard Singing

Oh, Prue she has a patient man,
And Joan a gentle lover,
And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,­—
But my true love's a rover!

Mig, her man's as good as cheese
And honest as a briar,
Sue tells her love what he's thinking of,­—
But my dear lad's a liar!

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