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!

1. Tavern
2. Assault
3. God’s World
4. Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love
5. Intention to Escape from Him

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