WHAT LIPS MY LIPS HAVE KISSED,
AND WHERE, AND WHY
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,
Not knows what birds have vanished one by one...
Edna St. Vincent Millay --- the first woman to win the Pulitzer
prize for poetry in 1923. This is one of her exemplary poems,
a sonnet full of lyric music and reflection.
Source: Strand and Boland. The Making of A Poem.
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