Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

1. The Courage That My Mother Had 1/3/2015
2. Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies 11/28/2014
3. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
4. Underground System 1/13/2003
5. Sonnet Iv: Not In This Chamber 1/1/2004
6. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
7. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
8. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
9. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
10. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
11. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
12. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
13. Scrub 1/13/2003
14. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
15. Pastoral 1/13/2003
16. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
17. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
18. Make Bright The Arrows 1/13/2003
19. Inland 1/13/2003
20. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
21. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
22. Menses 1/13/2003
23. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown 1/13/2003
24. If Still Your Orchards Bear 1/13/2003
25. The Shroud 1/13/2003
26. The Bean-Stalk 1/13/2003
27. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau! 1/13/2003
28. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
29. The Penitent 1/13/2003
30. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This 1/13/2003
31. Three Songs Of Shattering 1/13/2003
32. Lines For A Grave-Stone 1/1/2004
33. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
34. Portrait By A Neighbour 1/13/2003
35. Sonnets (1923) 1/1/2004
36. I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue 1/13/2003
37. The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge 1/13/2003
38. Rosemary 1/13/2003
39. The Return From Town 1/13/2003
40. Eel-Grass 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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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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