In honor of the day

[missroserose]

Yes, Valentine's is hyper-commercialized and rote and more than a little ridiculous. And yet, somehow, I have a hard time accepting the idea that there's such an excess of love in the world as to make it not worth mentioning, worth celebrating, on this or any other day.

So stop complaining, read the poem, think on all the people you love, and tell them so today.

(Poem stolen from the lovely marialuminous.)

"Love Is Not All"
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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 can not 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 pain 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 well may be. I do not think I would.

Comments

[alexmegami]

I always liked e. e. cummings' poems:

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky

-sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess

(except my life)the true time of year-

and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each

nearness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love