And Do You Think That Love Itself

And do you think that love itself,
Living in such an ugly house,
Can prosper long?
We meet and part;
Our talk is all of heres and nows,
Our conduct likewise; in no act
Is any future, any past;
Under our sly, unspoken pact,
I KNOW with whom I saw you last,
But I say nothing; and you know
At six-fifteen to whom I go—
Can even love be treated so?

I KNOW, but I do not insist,
Having stealth and tact, thought not enough,
What hour your eye is on your wrist.

No wild appeal, no mild rebuff
Deflates the hour, leaves the wine flat—

Yet if YOU drop the picked-up book
To intercept my clockward look—
Tell me, can love go on like that?

Even the bored, insulted heart,
That signed so long and tight a lease,
Can BREAK it CONTRACT, slump in peace.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Comments (7)

A sad story that a lot of people go through.Going astray from the narrowed proper path.I'm just glad i found my way before i could even have a chance to stray. Others have trouble with the law, except for me.Those who hav not had trouble in life should be glad they have not. A good poem. My hat goes off to you. Best regards.
A touching read on a sadly all too common subject. Hugs Anna xxx
I wish there was a way for people to see before they get lost in the maze of curcumstance. Thankyou for this, you have shown us what a great artist you really are.Love Duncan
A great poem Sylvia and a good meesage to others well done Reagards Graham.
As always, a wonderful poem Sylvie. I always enjoy reading your work. Sincerely, Mary
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