Friday, July 22, 2005

Sorrow...

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:

Mephistopheles said...

Isn't it though? That's the first thing I thought when I read it...

Courtney said...

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!

Mephistopheles said...

LOL! Yeah...It kinda loses some of the sting when you add the emote ;)

WarHammer said...

Its a timely poem as it captures how I have felt lately as well

Mephistopheles said...

I looked for a good one involving depression or despair, but could not find any. So I had to settle for sorrow.

Veiled Shadow said...

Great poem. I rather enjoyed it, though the comments from it make it all the more appealing

Mephistopheles said...

The comments almost always make any topic better lol...

Mephistopheles said...

LOL!

No...I think scantily clad is better than naked.

Courtney said...

Yeah cause scantily clad leaves a little mystery. ;)