{"id":569,"date":"2019-03-15T18:36:50","date_gmt":"2019-03-15T18:36:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/?p=569"},"modified":"2019-03-15T18:36:50","modified_gmt":"2019-03-15T18:36:50","slug":"poem-of-the-month-sonnet-xliii-by-edna-st-vincent-millay","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/?p=569","title":{"rendered":"Poem of the Month: Sonnet XLIII by Edna St. Vincent Millay"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">I have forgotten, and what arms have lain<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">Under my head till morning; but the rain<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">Upon the glass and listen for reply,<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">For unremembered lads that not again<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">I cannot say what loves have come and gone,<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">I only know that summer sang in me<br \/>\n<\/span><span class=\"s1\">A little while, that in me sings no more.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">\u201cSonnet XLIII\u201d was included in <i>The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems<\/i>, 1923, for which Millay won the Pulitzer Prize.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/images-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-566\" src=\"http:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/images-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"206\" height=\"245\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my <a href=\"https:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/?p=569\" class=\"more-link\">[&hellip;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"Layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["entry","author-noellesickelswp","post-569","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-allposts","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/569","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=569"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/569\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":570,"href":"https:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/569\/revisions\/570"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=569"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=569"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/noellesickels.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=569"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}