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.
The Prisoner of Chillon (Selected Excerpts)
A lyric tale of endurance, “The Prisoner of Chillon” finds inner liberty shadowed by grief — the world as a wider cell.
When We Two Parted
A restrained lyric of secrecy and betrayal, “When We Two Parted” turns grief into judgment with tolling simplicity.