What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why
Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “What Lips My Lips Have Kissed” reflects on memory, loss, and the quiet ache of vanished love.
O Captain! My Captain!
Whitman’s elegy for Lincoln balances public exultation with private grief in a rare, formally rhymed lament.
A Late Walk
A late-autumn walk ends with a single faded aster “to carry again to you,” turning loss into gift.