Edna St. Vincent Millay: Time does not bring relief

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.

3 comments on “Edna St. Vincent Millay: Time does not bring relief”

1. Steven Alfred Dolgin

   September 6, 2020

   

   Still

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2. Mike Chidester

   December 25, 2019

   

   Wow! So nicely expressed.

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3. Patricia A. Nugent

   September 28, 2018

   

   Beautifully, universally heart-wrenching. Who hasn’t experienced such a loss?

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