Time Does Not Bring Relief
(In Loving Memory Poems)
Time does not bring relief, you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
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 (1892 -1950)