Sorrow Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sorrow

Rating: 2.9


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mohammed Nur 19 June 2020

True expression of Darrow comes from deep inside the heart ...

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Colleen Courtney 17 May 2014

A definite state of depression conveyed in this poem. Truly sad.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rockland / Maine / United States
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