Edna St. Vincent Millay
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 a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet know 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.
There is a scene in "Four Weddings And A funeral" where Andy McDowell enumerates her lovers of the past. I love that scene first because it is funny and second because old lovers should be remembered, both the good and the bad.
Less than Madonna More than Princess Di (I Hope)
So, do you "remember" the lips you've kissed and where and why? I do, but I have been very fortunate in the men in my life even the ones who did me wrong or were just "passing through".
