And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a man thatโs a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind? Yet womenโs ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,โ And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?
Edna St. Vincent MillayNot poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owest yesterday.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.
Edna St. Vincent MillayI know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.
Edna St. Vincent Millay