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What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet Xliii)
(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

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.

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Does anybody know the year this poem was written? Or in which book of poems it appears? Thank you.
Lovely and soft
Amazing 👌
Such courage to bare it all out in one anguished verse that disquiets even a century later...
The last two lines are powerful. ++10
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