Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink- Edna St. Vincent Millay
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.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Happy Valentine's Day, Singles Awareness Day, Day Before Presidents' Day, and/or Sunday! I haven't got any sort of exciting plans for the day; I'm just sitting here reading love stories in my pajamas, which looks and sounds a little pathetic, but is, I suppose, my own quiet way of celebrating. Have some poetry.