Thursday, November 11, 2010

Love is not all

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

Edna St Vincent Millay


Gwen Buchanan said...

Tthought provoking writing especially for today...

thinker said...

Glad you liked it Gwen.
Richard Wilbur said that she wrote some of the best sonnets of the century.

ArtPropelled said...

Thought provoking indeed.I've been sitting taking in the words and feeling their power.

thinker said...

Hey Robyn, happy you liked the post.