"What Lips My Lips Have Kissed" by Edna St. Vincent Millay (poetry)

[jenniferashley99]

I found her thanks to you. She is my favorite poet..haunting mixed with sweet sorrow..beautiful reading.

[Rhapsodist11]

You have a fine voice for reading the great poetry you've chosen here. Thanks for the work you do.

[thissong4you]

A beautiful sonnet, beautifully read. The winter tree metaphor is perfect for her reflections.

[watchful38]

Just another of my favourite poems from this poet. "Love is not meat nor drink...but many a man is (dying) for lack of love alone." These love poems contrast with many of her poems..."Music my rampart and my only one." OR her first poem "Renascence" written when she was only 19 years old. Louis Untermeyer's Anthology >Modern American & British Poetry<(1942 Combined Edition) is available at Alibris Books. Untermeyer gives well researched biographies of each poet, many otherwise forgotten!

[ybravura]

In Bill Bryson's social history "At Home," he quotes Edna as saying, "The only people I really hate are servants. They are not really human beings at all."

Ironically, H. L. Mencken refused to print any of her poetry in his magazines, but now Mencken is thought of as a bigot.

[Bridg2Peace]

Who is reciting? Why can't I find who this is? I can't think who it is, but it is so familiar....

[SpokenVerse]

@Bridg2Peace I read everything in this channel. Maybe you've listened to some of my other readings

[Bridg2Peace]

@SpokenVerse

This, YOU?, sounds like Sean Connery or Ralph Richardson. Are you kidding me?

You read this? I will check your other readings. It's astoundingly beautiful. Astoundingly. I know her sonnets by heart, but I've never heard them done so beautifully--and by a man/how ironic!

[Bridg2Peace]

@SpokenVerse

You are Tom O'Bedlam?

Why don't I know your work?

I will go to your channel.

[billyg89]

this is so good.

[MissSpringyness]

I love this poem - it is one of my poems for Higher English (Scottish Exam Systems, SQA) this year - although I missed some of the notes on this poem in class this year, I do love this poem..

Although, surely this poem is also a reflection upon emotions? Such as the passion which the narrator had with the lovers in youth/past?

The lovers are vauge and forgotten..

Anyways, I love this poem. And for helping remember the poem I may search for more spoken ones - although I quite liked yours.

[sourissourissouris]

beautiful... haunting... and so true <3

[ymaify]

im hooked now .ahhhhh

[tessahcamille]

I am so glad that you posted this. I watched it so many times. It was my first time experiencing this sonnet, and you did a really great job reading this. Your pauses were perfect. I just thought it was absolutely brilliant and I appreciate it s much. You brought so much to this poem in my opinion, and it inspired me and moved me in a way that would not have been possible without your narration. I am very glad that I found this channel. Thank you so much. :)

[Bridg2Peace]

@tessahcamille

Who is speaking?

[faithmairee]

A great poem by a magnificent poet! Edna remains my favorite female poet!

[Ahavati1]

Such a prolific ending, like the closing of a proverb that leaves you with Eliot's sea-girls, Til human voices wake us, and we drown.

[Ahavati1]

I never cared for that "footnote" much. Perhaps, in a personal sense of having experienced both, it lacks truth to quell the bitterness; wisdom the resolve. There can be beauty in tragedy, but not if self-wrought. Who admires a heavy yoke when love would lay it down?

[beaulieu4008]

@Ahavati1 The Truth can be found amid contradictions. You can be both happy and sad simultaneous. Happy because you are the best at what you do, and sad because you are alone.

[beaulieu4008]

What a marvelous creature is woman. To be honest and to a fault, and yet, vulgar I ask that no one be offend because it is an account of a personal nature. When I was younger, a mentor, said to me, that women were pernicious creatures, that you can be talking to a woman who is standing behind a fence fornicating with another man, but you would not be the wiser, as she smiled at you. How can such a disconnect exist. I do not see it as a lie, but I guess this is how men and women differ.

[souljaEXVOTO]

did she say that? or did her husband Eugene say it when she was in Paris with George Dillon begging for her to send him her undergarments? ... or neither.

beautiful reading.