Sonnet II: Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, -- so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

Comments

[katerinfg.livejournal.com]

*hugs you*

[maneatingtigger.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

[minikin.livejournal.com]

He still gets into my dreams, more than a year later.

But I would have to say that I no longer grieve.

[rustmon.livejournal.com]

*squish*