how do i love thee..

Tide be runnin’ the great world over.
‘Twas only last June month I mind that we
Was thinkin’ the toss and call in the breast of the lover
So everlastin’ as the sea.
Here’s the same little fishies that sputter and swim,
Wi’ the moon’s old glim on the grey, wet sand:
An’ him no more to me or me to him
Then the wind goin’ over my hand.
Charlotte Mew
Its that time of the year again, when love calls out to everyone but me, and edna st vincent millay always gives me the comfort I seek:
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 need and moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be. I do not think I would.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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