Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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!


Comments about Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied by Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 12:54:00 PM)

    I also feel there is no time limit on how long one should grieve. Whether it be a death or a broken heart. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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