Love is Not All by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is Not All by Edna St. Vincent Millay

St. Vincent Millay was the first poet with whom I fell madly in love. Before her, I did not believe I could ever enjoy poetry, not truly, not deeply. I owe my current affection of verse to this lady.

My hat is off to you, Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Love is Not All

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 cannot 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 need 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.

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[linkplaya]

You just helped me get an A in English II. Thaaank you! =)

[AntiqueThings]

@linkplaya

Well I have no idea how I managed that, but I'm glad to be of service.

[scifiwritir1]

Edna was one of my first favorite poets as well, although I only read one poem. Renascence. Not this. So I guess I should say she wrote one of my favorite poems. I really should study more of her poems. Thanks.