Photo of the House of Glee's wedding feast by C.B. Bell III
Welcome back to Poetry Friday. Here's a poem for the Young Adult literature crowd:
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It may well be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
--Edna St. Vincent Millay
Update: The Poetry Friday Roundup is here.
5 comments:
That Edna St. Vincent Millay was a barrel of laughs wasn't she?
Powerful stuff. More powerful, still, is how hungry I am after seeing that feast. It looks fantastic!
Limpy99: I can't stop crying for the laughter.
Lady K: A friend told me afterward that she wished she could have just pulled up a chair to the table and chowed down. I wish I could have gone to the wedding as a guest. All I remember about the food was that it was yummy.
I never thought Miss Edna was capable of poems such like this. Thanks for introducing me to a new side of her. I love it! The feast looks sumptous by the way. Beautiful!
I love Edna St. Vincent Millay.
That feast does look yummy!
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