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.
Saint Edna - I'm really into her right now. (Edna St. Vincent Millay)
A poet to be "into", a great choice. What a gift she had.
Your model looks like she has a happy secret- you are doing some exceptional stuff, Alicia :)
Heh, that would look so neat with the verse to her right (opacity about 50%) hee hee (let me tell you what to do ROFL) She's lovely. I love a good profile.
love the poem ..
i'm not that into poetry .. maybe too impatient to concentrate .. if it doesnt hit me in the face in the first point something of second then i'm gone .. but this one really pulled me in ... aS i (shit my fingers are cold, you['ll have to put up wit the typos!!!.) .. anyhoooooooo .. it pulled me in .. and i read it right to the very end .. beautiful ..
your photograph is very lovely and i like the highlight on the froehead too ..!!.. :)
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