Monday, April 2, 2012

Sonnet II - Time Does Not Bring Relief: You All Have Lied

Funeral (Beerdigung). 1988. Oil on canvas 200 x 320 cm

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, “Time Does Not Bring Relief” from Collected Poems. Copyright 1931, © 1958 by Edna St. Vincent Millay 
Oil on canvas 200 x 320 cm

1 comment:

Lydia said...

omg, this is perfect for me to share with my sister, who has a friend who just lost a young son. Thank you, thank you.