Poetic justice of modern foibles

I would be remiss if I did not include a collection of love poetry. But one of the best recent collections if a little volume of a book compiled by John Wareham.

Wareham has collected 49 sonnets, written by classic and modern poets, ranging from Shakespeare, to John Edwards.To be precise this collection explores the pitfalls and foibles of forbidden love and what it means to follow through on you desires. With each poem Wareham explores the hidden meanings and unveils insights to each sonnet.

One of the poems that Wareham includes is by one of the best poets I have ever come across, Edna St. Vincent Millay. I hope you enjoy!



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 the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet know 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.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Paz,

~Nieves