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viernes, 1 de junio de 2018

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII)

I have forgotten, and what arms have lainUnder my head till morning; but the rainIs full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sighUpon the glass and listen for reply,And in my heart there stirs a quiet painFor unremembered lads that not againWill 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, 1892 - 1950

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