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 Prisoner 7/30/2015
3. The Courage That My Mother Had 1/3/2015
4. Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies 11/28/2014
5. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
6. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
7. Sonnet Iv: Not In This Chamber 1/1/2004
8. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
9. Underground System 1/13/2003
10. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
11. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
12. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
13. Make Bright The Arrows 1/13/2003
14. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
15. Menses 1/13/2003
16. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
17. Inland 1/13/2003
18. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
19. If Still Your Orchards Bear 1/13/2003
20. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
21. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown 1/13/2003
22. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
23. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend 1/13/2003
24. The Penitent 1/13/2003
25. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
26. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
27. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
28. Rosemary 1/13/2003
29. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
30. The Wood Road 1/13/2003
31. Pastoral 1/13/2003
32. Scrub 1/13/2003
33. Portrait By A Neighbour 1/13/2003
34. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
35. I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue 1/13/2003
36. The Singing-Woman From The Wood's Edge 1/13/2003
37. Wraith 1/13/2003
38. The Little Hill 1/13/2003
39. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This 1/13/2003
40. Sonnets (1923) 1/1/2004
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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The Leaf And The Tree

When will you learn, myself, to be
a dying leaf on a living tree?
Budding, swelling, growing strong,
Wearing green, but not for long,
Drawing sustenance from air,
That other leaves, and you not there,
May bud, and at the autumn's call
Wearing russet, ready to fall?
Has not this trunk a deed to do

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