April 30th, 2011

poetry

Poet's Corner: What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII)

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 little while, that in me sings no more.

Edna St Vincent Millay (1892–1950)

Stolen (with permission) from caerwynx. Would you believe this is the first poem by Edna St. Vicent Millay I've ever posted here? I know, I was surprised too.