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Endymion -A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever

Endymion -A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever

Time does not bring relief; 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; 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 places 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 I stand…

Time does not bring relief; 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; 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 places 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 I stand…

¤ Poet Ponderings ¤ poetry, quotes & haiku - Edna St. Vincent Milay | What Lips My Lips Have Kissed

¤ Poet Ponderings ¤ poetry, quotes & haiku - Edna St. Vincent Milay | What Lips My Lips Have Kissed

I love everything Edna St. Vincent Millay has pretty much ever done.

I love everything Edna St. Vincent Millay has pretty much ever done.

Edna St. Vincent Millay    "Ebb" is such a sad poem but so beautiful

Feb 24 About Poets - Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay "Ebb" is such a sad poem but so beautiful

In Someone's Shadow: Rod McKuen May 17: There are no whiskey bars/for dancers like ourselves,/and so we move into each other/like drunkards into open doorways.//My need for you is near addiction.//No sailor ever had tattoos/growing on his forearm/the way your smile/has willed itself back behind my eyes./It will not dissolve./    It will not divide./For I am nothing if not you.

In Someone's Shadow: Rod McKuen May 17: There are no whiskey bars/for dancers like ourselves,/and so we move into each other/like drunkards into open doorways.//My need for you is near addiction.//No sailor ever had tattoos/growing on his forearm/the way your smile/has willed itself back behind my eyes./It will not dissolve./ It will not divide./For I am nothing if not you.

But you realize that no one can be that romantic... | 10 Ways Pablo Neruda Ruined Romance For All Of Us

Neruda really knows about love. Now imagine all this in a sexy Spanish accent.

But you realize that no one can be that romantic... | 10 Ways Pablo Neruda Ruined Romance For All Of Us

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