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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 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 of past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.

It well may be. I do not think I would.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Today's fragrance: Cabaret by Gres because as I'm fond of saying repeatedly, it makes me into a one-woman party. The brightest, sparkling almost citrusy rose.


Blogger AP3 said...

Thanks for that. I love Edna St. Vincent Millay... the candle-lit-at-both-ends is something I quote frequently!

6:00 PM

Blogger ParisLondres said...

beautiful words dear M!


4:09 AM

Blogger Bela said...

What a beautiful poem! Edna St Vincent Millay - the name is familiar, yet I cannot place it. Must go and read about her. :-)

6:53 AM


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