Thursday, June 24, 2004

i feel the need to post. but i don't have anything to say. normally, that'd be a problem, but i've decided to let a literary great do the talking for me. smart, huh? (i am DEFINITELY an english grad.) i was actually looking for a different sonnet, but i found this one by edna st. vincent millay and fell in love. it was one of THOSE poems. you know, the ones you read and think, "if i were talented, i could write that!" in fact, right after i read it, all i could do was yell "she is awesome!" i mean, not only is she a master of the written word, but she sure does know the truth. and when i say "the truth," i mean exactly how i feel. :0) this isn't helping my quest to be known as a non-bitter, totally over it, independent, non-psycho woman, but really, who am i kidding? oh well. edna's just too good to not give her props. so i hope you enjoy it as much as i did!

it isn't titled, but i believe it's from a collection that was published with Renascence. it's simply known as "II"

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!