We used to snicker about this line endlessly in grad school-- given her rather scandalous love life..*ahem*...but she is definitely one of my favorite poets and I've always loved this picture of her. This weekend I whipped up this lovely paperweight in grateful homage.
What lips my lips have kissed, and where,
and why (Sonnet XLIII)
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.