Jeremiah Johnson Posted March 13, 2009 Share Posted March 13, 2009 I found this poem particularly insightful... Sonnet XXX by Edna St. Vincent Millay 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 may well be. I do not think I would. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Binoo Posted March 13, 2009 Share Posted March 13, 2009 Thank you for sharing this! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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