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Edna St. Vincent Millay discusses her poem "What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why?" which explores the pain of growing old and losing past lovers. Each line of the poem is analyzed, revealing the theme of forgetfulness and the constant reminders of past relationships. The poem ends with a lonely tree symbolizing the poet and disappearing birds symbolizing her lost lovers. Edna expresses gratitude for being invited as a guest and concludes the podcast. Next week, they will discuss William Shakespeare. Hello to all you amazing, wonderful people joining us, and hello to the magnificent Edna St. Vincent Millay. How are you doing today, Ms. Millay? I'm doing amazing now that I'm here. Thank you for inviting me as your guest. That's great to hear. Now as we know, your poetry has been amazing, and the meaning behind it has been like no other. But there is one that stood out to me more than any other. You guess which one it is? I think I might have an idea. Is it what lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why? Spot on. Can you give us some insight on what persuades you to write this? Of course. As anyone knows, we all grow old and lose the youth we once had. It is an inevitable thing. But once we begin to realize it, the emotional pain you begin to experience is unmatched. Wow, that's powerful. Let's begin to break down each line and get the true perspective behind them. At first, you begin with a simple yet powerful line, what lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why? Can you tell us about that? Of course. It's a question-based sentence, so it gives me the impression that I'm a forgetful person. And the past tense wording gives a little bit of context on how my thoughts in the poem were based on the past. That's very impressive. I was also curious about the line, what the rain is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh upon the glass and listen for a fly? The ghosts were my past lovers. The tapping and sighing represents the constant reminders of them. Okay, okay. For the final line, I'd like to explore the line, thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, nor knows what birds have vanished one by one. The tree represents me and the birds represent my past lovers leaving me one by one. It's kind of a sad story actually, but you know, that's why I wrote it. Wow. Thank you so much for joining us, Edna. I appreciate your time and I'm sure the audience does too. Of course. Thank you so much for having me. Bye for now. Thank you guys for joining us on our podcast. Join us next week. We'll be writing about William Shakespeare. Bye.