A Poem for National Poetry Month

I shared this poem on Facebook years ago in memory of my close friend’s father dying. I decided to share it here. Enjoy.


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“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

 

Author: Donetta

Mother, Writer, Freelancer, Photographer, Swimmer, Hiker, Singer, Friend, Lover, Dreamer, and Scorpio. I have had 1 poem, Progress, published by an online poetry journal, The Reverie. The Mystic Blue will be publishing 3 of my poems in their upcoming Issue # 5.