Loves_Of_Youth

Loves Of Youth In life we meet many people who touch our lives. Some of the people we meet pass in our memory as a leaf blowing across a field. Yet there are others who linger in our minds forever. In Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poem “What Lips My Lips Have Kissed and Where, and Why” there is an expression of sorrow for the loss of memory of those loves. In the beginning of “What Lips My Lips” she is talking of the love that is passed between two people. A kiss is a profound thing and waking up beside someone with your head on their arm is a feeling of comfort. But time has washed away part of that memory and in her older years they wander in her mind as her line “but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh” suggests. She feels pain that she will never see these lads again and that she does not remember them. The loves, youth, time, war, lips, poem, people, memory, loved, life, knows, yet, vincent, talking, st, speaks, sorrow, someone, short, one, meet, love, lived, line, lads, been, young, years, world, washed, warmth, wander, waking, vanished, two, touch