Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems

1. What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet Xliii) 1/13/2003
2. Love Is Not All 1/13/2003
3. Conscientious Objector 1/13/2003
4. Afternoon On A Hill 1/4/2003
5. The Spring And The Fall 1/13/2003
6. A Visit To The Asylum 1/13/2003
7. Dirge Without Music 1/13/2003
8. City Trees 1/13/2003
9. Bluebeard 1/1/2004
10. And Do You Think That Love Itself 1/13/2003
11. Apostrophe To Man 1/13/2003
12. Ashes Of Life 1/13/2003
13. An Ancient Gesture 1/13/2003
14. And You As Well Must Die, Belovèd Dust 1/1/2004
15. I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed 1/1/2004
16. First Fig 1/13/2003
17. Here Is A Wound That Never Will Heal, I Know 1/13/2003
18. The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver 1/13/2003
19. Being Young And Green 1/13/2003
20. Counting-Out Rhyme 1/1/2004
21. [four Sonnets (1922)] 1/1/2004
22. Renascence 1/4/2003
23. Burial 1/13/2003
24. Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended 1/1/2004
25. Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry 1/13/2003
26. Assault 1/13/2003
27. Travel 1/13/2003
28. I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart 1/13/2003
29. Spring 1/13/2003
30. Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied 1/13/2003
31. Second Fig 1/13/2003
32. God's World 1/4/2003
33. Autumn Daybreak 1/13/2003
34. If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way 1/1/2004
35. The Dream 1/13/2003
36. Departure 1/13/2003
37. Daphne 1/13/2003
38. Justice Denied In Massachusetts 1/13/2003
39. Mariposa 1/13/2003
40. Witch-Wife 1/13/2003
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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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