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Anastasia11 · 05-29-2018, 06:17 AM

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 can not 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 well may 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.

05-29-2018, 06:17 AM	#737
Anastasia11 Junior Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: she/her/hers Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: N/A Posts: 49 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 48 Thanked 52 Times in 25 Posts Rep Power: 859001	Love is Not All (Sonnet XXX), Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1892 - 1950 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 can not 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 well may 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.