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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1892 - 1950




Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
First Fig
Second Fig

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 cannot 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 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.


First Fig

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
It gives a lovely light!


Second Fig

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!


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