by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain,
--Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
Neither stop nor start.
People dress and go to town;
I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
Or what shoes I wear.
9 comments:
Isn't it though? That's the first thing I thought when I read it...
Stop it! I'm going to beat you guys to a bloody pulp! :p
Ok fine... I guess it doesn't have that great of an effect when there is a :p involved. But still!
LOL! Yeah...It kinda loses some of the sting when you add the emote ;)
Its a timely poem as it captures how I have felt lately as well
I looked for a good one involving depression or despair, but could not find any. So I had to settle for sorrow.
Great poem. I rather enjoyed it, though the comments from it make it all the more appealing
The comments almost always make any topic better lol...
LOL!
No...I think scantily clad is better than naked.
Yeah cause scantily clad leaves a little mystery. ;)
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