20 May 2013

Two Fragments – Sappho

[Sappho born around 615 BC.
Poem Translated by Cicely Herbert]

Love holds me captive again
and I tremble with bittersweet longing 

As a gale on the mountainside bends the oak tree
I am rocked by my love 

Source: Chernaik, J 2012, Poems on the Underground: A New Edition, Penguin Hardback Classics.

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) — Edna St Vincent Millay

[1892–1950, American]
 
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 the 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. 

Millay, E 1923, ‘What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why’, from Collected Poems, Harper & Brothers Publishers.
Reproduced in Chernaik, J 2012, Poems on the Underground: A New Edition, Penguin Hardback Classics.