SONNET XXX
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love is not all: It is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain,Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkand rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breathNor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with deathEven as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,pinned down by need and moaning for releaseor 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 may well be. I do not think I would.
SOURCES
McClatchy, J.D. Edna St. Vincent Millay: A Life on the Edge.
New York Times 2001. (1/27/14) <http://www.arlindo-
correia.com/160901.html>.
Fairley, Irene R. Edna St. Vincent Millay’s gendered language
and form: ‘Sonnets from an Ungrafted Tree’. <a
href="http://search.ebscohost.com/login.aspx?
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live&scope=site">Edna St. Vincent Millay's gendered language
and form: `Sonnets from an Ungrafted Tree'.</a>
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