Time Does Not Bring Relief (Sonnet II)

A poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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.

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Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. You do have an eye for beautiful poetry.

Take care.

Pepsi

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Thank you Pepsi.
I spend a lot of time reading poetry now and glad to share them.
They still make me cry daily.

Joan

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Thank you for posting. Received (eventually) Grant of Probate yesterday and it only serves to take me back to day 1 so no time does not bring relief and the pain is still, if not more so, intense. Spent this morning sitting in banks crying to total strangers.

Take care.

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Sheila and Sad, I do hope things improve just a little, we miss our soulmates so much.
Pleased you have finally got probate but it’s not the end of paperwork, I am afraid.
Look after yourselves and take care. S xx

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