THE BEAST THAT RENDS ME
The beast that rends me in the sight of it all,
This love, this longing, this oblivious thing
That has me under as the last leaves fall
Will glut will sicken will be gone by spring
The wound will heal, the fever will abate,
The knotted hurt will slacken in the breast
I shall forget before the flickers mate
Your look that is today my east and west
Unscathed, however, from a claw so deep
Though I should love again I shall not go
Along my body, walking while I sleep
Sharp to the kiss, cold to the hand as snow
The scar of this encounter like a sword
Will lie between me and my troubled lord.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950
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