Whats your favourite Edna St. Vincent Millay poem, other than I burned my candle…”?
“What Lips My Lips Have Kissed” 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 the 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 know only that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. Edna St.
