A Sonnet by Edna St. Vincent Millay

[finlayma84.livejournal.com]

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 hve come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

Comments

[dovetail.livejournal.com]

Someone posted this a few days ago. Sorry. ;)

Um, I checked your userinfo and saw you're a member of the interlochen community. Did you go to the Academy? What years were you there? (I was an '01 grad)

[finlayma84.livejournal.com]

Drat :-). Oh well...it's still a good poem. :-) I guess I should have checked...and yes, I did go to the academy...99-02. :-) Nice to make your acquaintance...You look vaguely familiar, were you a creative writing major?

[dovetail.livejournal.com]

Heh, yeah, I was. Actually if you're Michael Finlay (which I guess from your username) I don't think I ever met you but I remember Monsieur M advertising your concert all the time. :)

It was just so strange and great seeing an interlochen person on a random community. Small world!

[finlayma84.livejournal.com]

Yup...that's me. :-) Ah, Monsieur M...he was a madman! remember his frog costume?

[dovetail.livejournal.com]

HAHA yes!! The whole Halloween class he did was so frightening. Ah I want to go back to Interlochen, saying hi to him being one of the top reasons. I hope he's still as wacky as he used to be.