In order to improve my skills in performance, dramatic interpretation, verse speaking and plain old memory, I have decided to start memorising and studying poems. This is the first.
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last yearâ€™s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last yearâ€™s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,â€“so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, â€œThere is no memory of him here!â€
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!
– Edna St. Vincent Millay