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. Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies 11/28/2014
4. The Courage That My Mother Had 1/3/2015
5. Memorial To D.C. 1/13/2003
6. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless 1/13/2003
7. Sonnet 04: Not In This Chamber Only At My Birth 1/13/2003
8. Sonnet Iii: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth 1/1/2004
9. Sonnet Iv: Not In This Chamber 1/1/2004
10. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew 1/13/2003
11. Underground System 1/13/2003
12. Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring 1/13/2003
13. Sonnets 02: Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song 1/13/2003
14. Menses 1/13/2003
15. We Talk Of Taxes... 1/1/2004
16. Sonnets 12: Cherish You Then The Hope I Shall Forget 1/13/2003
17. The Fledgling 1/13/2003
18. Sonnet V: If I Should Learn 1/1/2004
19. Pastoral 1/13/2003
20. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau! 1/13/2003
21. The Blue-Flag In The Bog 1/13/2003
22. Lines Written In Recapitulation 1/13/2003
23. Sonnets 03: Not With Libations, But With Shouts And Laughter 1/13/2003
24. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend 1/13/2003
25. Sonnets From An Ungrafted Tree 1/13/2003
26. Sonnets (1923) 1/1/2004
27. Invocation To The Muses 1/13/2003
28. Eel-Grass 1/13/2003
29. Lines For A Grave-Stone 1/1/2004
30. Modern Declaration 1/13/2003
31. Inland 1/13/2003
32. Make Bright The Arrows 1/13/2003
33. If Still Your Orchards Bear 1/13/2003
34. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew 1/13/2003
35. The Bean-Stalk 1/13/2003
36. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much 1/13/2003
37. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown 1/13/2003
38. Sonnets 10: Oh, My Beloved, Have You Thought Of This 1/13/2003
39. Scrub 1/13/2003
40. To Kathleen 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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Kin To Sorrow

Am I kin to Sorrow,
That so oft
Falls the knocker of my door——
Neither loud nor soft,
But as long accustomed,
Under Sorrow's hand?
Marigolds around the step
And rosemary stand,
And then comes Sorrow—

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