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Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)


Sonnet 02: Time Does Not Bring Relief; You All Have Lied


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's other poems:
  1. Renascence
  2. The True Encounter
  3. The Leaf and the Tree
  4. Second Fig
  5. Witch-Wife


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