Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

Sorrow - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain,—
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
Neither stop nor start.

People dress and go to town;
I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
Or what shoes I wear.

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  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 2:02:00 PM)

    A definite state of depression conveyed in this poem. Truly sad. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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