A Sonnet

July 12, 2012 Vanilla Life  One comment

Because it got late fast and I got tired fast, so I’m going to post one of my very favorite poems here, by Edna St. Vincent Millay:

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.

One comment to A Sonnet

  • vanillamom  says:

    sad…a sad sonnet, tonight, Ma’am…a quiet, majestic beautiful sad…but this poem
    speaks to me of soft regret.

    nilla

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