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.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Comments (21)

A great poem dear poet! I feel the power of silence that is ventilated through this wonderful poem! The ending is just beautiful........................10
door closed but opens an opening wide with no-door ever been builT anywhere where you me they're playing altogether naked with no-flesh, illuminating strictly the light-particles beyond the hazards of birth rebirth and death...TOTAL REALITY O WHAT A POET UR A BEAUTY.
do read more of mine and comment like tthis sometimes flow of appreciation also inspire the new to ignite fighting spirit. PH could accept that challenge also..... to hold, to increase their self-assurance.
In silence we all finally end. A fine thought out offering that makes us work. Well done dear poet.++10 Robert
When doors close we find silence. These lines are so immersing in solitude, really liked the words.
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