Thus in winter

I was pootling about the internets, as you do, looking for decent sonnets written after 1700 [as you do - Ed.], and I found Edna St. Vincent Millay. Why did no one tell me about Edna St. Vincent Millay before?

I like this one in particular. The sestet is haunting me.

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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One Response to Thus in winter

  1. phil55494 says:

    Upon reading the second half of that sonnet I felt I should listen to some music with a similar theme : Who Knows Where The Time Goes by Fairport Convention – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2xODjbfYw8

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