See, Aunt Sandra, Saints Can be Sassy

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” TIME DOES NOT BRING RELIEF; YOU ALL HAVE LIED”
…by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1917)

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.

Edna St. Vincent Millay was born in Rockland, Maine, on February 22, 1892. She published numerous books of poems, including The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver (1922), which was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1923. Millay died in 1950.

 

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