I must have copied this one down in a bleak moment. But no matter – it still kicks ass. It’s by the queen of sonnets – Edna St. Vincent Millay<\/i><\/p>\n
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
\nWho told me time would ease me of my pain!
\nI miss him in the weeping of the rain;
\nI want him at the shrinking of the tide;
\nThe old snows melt from every mountain-side,
\nAnd last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
\nBut last year’s bitter loving must remain
\nHeaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
\nThere are a hundred places where I fear
\nTo go, — so with his memory they brim.
\nAnd entering with relief some quiet place
\nWhere never fell his foot or shone his face
\nI say, “There is no memory of him here!”
\nAnd so stand stricken, so remembering him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I must have copied this one down in a bleak moment. But no matter – it still kicks ass. It’s by the queen of sonnets – Edna St. Vincent Millay Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who … Continue reading