Thursday, September 21, 2006

Edna St. Vincent Millay Poem

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet XLIII)
-Edna St. Vincent Millay

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 little while, that in me sings no more.

I never thought too much about Edna before, but I came across this poem yesterday on and thought it was beautiful and melancholic.
Photograph is The Kiss, Paris 2003 by Gavin Martin.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Very nice poam selection from the Edna St. Vincent Millay collection.

It sounds very sad ...cannot imagine parting from your love ones .... but...

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