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. I will put Chaos into fourteen lines 10/24/2015
3. The Prisoner 7/30/2015
4. Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies 11/28/2014
5. The Courage That My Mother Had 1/3/2015
6. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
7. Underground System 1/13/2003
8. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
9. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
10. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
11. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
12. Two Sonnets In Memory 1/13/2003
13. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
14. Inland 1/13/2003
15. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
16. To Kathleen 1/1/2004
17. Pastoral 1/13/2003
18. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
19. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend 1/13/2003
20. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
21. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
22. Portrait By A Neighbour 1/13/2003
23. Modern Declaration 1/13/2003
24. Eel-Grass 1/13/2003
25. Three Songs Of Shattering 1/13/2003
26. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
27. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
28. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
29. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown 1/13/2003
30. Menses 1/13/2003
31. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
32. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
33. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/13/2003
34. To Those Without Pity 1/13/2003
35. The Bean-Stalk 1/13/2003
36. Make Bright The Arrows 1/13/2003
37. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau! 1/13/2003
38. I Know The Face Of Falsehood And Her Tongue 1/13/2003
39. If Still Your Orchards Bear 1/13/2003
40. Tavern 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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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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