Any poem in particular? I can never decide whether I love her sonnets best or no. All of my favorite sonnets are by Millay, but then there is something like "New England Spring, 1942," which is a structure unto itself, and I wander away from her tighter forms to sort of softly, obsessively recite it until I go hoarse.

I am debating whether to try to transcribe a few of her stunning later poems that do not appear to exist anywhere on the internet. The pro: they are amazing. The con: they tend to be long. Which is probably why no one has troubled themself to transcribe them.