Rest in peace Adrienne

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. 




Mary Lou

A favorite poem of mine. Sending sympathy.


Sorrow and sympathy.

((and hugs))

Cheryl S.



I too send sympathy.




So sorry for your loss. Sending you big hugs xx


Hugs. I'm so sorry.


Love you :(

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