poem meme, why not?
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okaasan59. When you see this, post a short poem in your own lj.
Love is not all, it is not meat nor drink
Nor shelter, nor a roof against the rain
Nor yet a floating spar to men who sink
And rise and sink, and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened love 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 may well be that in some desperate 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.
--Edna St. Vincent Millay
okaasan59. When you see this, post a short poem in your own lj.Love is not all, it is not meat nor drink
Nor shelter, nor a roof against the rain
Nor yet a floating spar to men who sink
And rise and sink, and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened love 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 may well be that in some desperate 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.
--Edna St. Vincent Millay
