From 6885a88ba04f34b133d2f92d560c52a766130504 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: cyfraeviolae <cyfraeviolae>
Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2022 23:15:01 -0500
Subject: more poems

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 static/poems.js | 23 +++++++++++++++++++++++
 1 file changed, 23 insertions(+)

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diff --git a/static/poems.js b/static/poems.js
index 8c573a2..3b4c780 100644
--- a/static/poems.js
+++ b/static/poems.js
@@ -76,6 +76,29 @@ By shallow rivers to whose falls
 Melodious birds sing madrigals.`,
         "link": "https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Passionate_Shepherd_to_His_Love",
     },
+    {
+        "line": "What lips my lips have kissed and where and why".split(' '),
+        "scansion": ['x', '/', 'x', '/', 'x', '/', 'x', '/', 'x', '/'],
+        "title": "Sonnet XLIII",
+        "collection": "",
+        "author": "Edna St. Vincent Millay",
+		"meter": "iambic pentameter",
+        "ctx": `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 winter stands the lonely tree,
+Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
+Yet knows 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.`,
+        "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46557/what-lips-my-lips-have-kissed-and-where-and-why",
+    },
     {
         "line": "To dew her orbs upon the green".split(' '),
         "scansion": ['x', '/', 'x', '/', 'x/', 'x', '/'],
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