Saturday, March 9, 2013

You Must Remember This ... a Kiss is Just a Kiss

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed - 030913 - Miz B

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.  
~Edna St. Vincent Millay

This is my favorite poem of all time ... has been since high school.  Pretty edgy stuff for 1923 ... so desperately sad ... but so liberated!  What piece of erotic poetry resonated with you early in life?


  1. You kissed me! My head drooped low on your breast
    With a feeling of shelter and infinite rest,
    While the holy emotions my tongue dared not speak,
    Flashed up as in flame, from my heart to my cheek;
    Your arms held me fast; oh! your arms were so bold --
    Heart beat against heart in their passionate fold.
    Your glances seemed drawing my soul through mine eyes,
    As the sun draws the mist form the sea to the skies.
    Your lips clung to mine till I prayed in my bliss
    They might never unclasp from the rapturous kiss.

    From You Kissed Me by Josephine Slocum Hunt

  2. That is awseome, Warren!! Time to read up on some Slocum methinks! :-) ~Miz B


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