Edna St Vincent Millay

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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 little while, that in me sings no more.

Comments

[bardcat.livejournal.com]

wonderful!

[ian-gazarek.livejournal.com]

Yes! It's also excellent read aloud.

[omarius.livejournal.com]

You know what I love about this community? Now, I don't read all the poems, but each time I do I'm never disappointed. Maybe someday someone whose taste I question will start posting here but it hasn't happened yet. I'm consistantly reminded of good stuff I've read before and introduced to good stuff I've never seen. It's great!

[ian-gazarek.livejournal.com]

I love this place. Man that icon is scandalous.

[omarius.livejournal.com]

What, my super 80-s era computer cartoon graphic of me? Scandalous?

[ian-gazarek.livejournal.com]

Well admittedly I'm a sleazeball but when I hear the word "tentmaker" a certain image comes to mind.

[omarius.livejournal.com]

Yikes!

He does look... alert. Hrm.

[live4lyfe.livejournal.com]

I just came upon this the other day...
still hauntingly beautiful

[ian-gazarek.livejournal.com]

I know! And I don't even like her!