Thursday, January 27, 2005


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 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.

1 comment:

wends said...

first of all... I want to laugh... Hahaha... Karen?! One of a hell poet... nyak nyak nyak...

No joke it is a nice piece huh! Tuloy mo lang 'yan. I know kung bakit puro mga write up lang din ang nasa blog spot mo... 'Di pa kasi natin na da-download yung isa pang program para makapag-post tayo ng Pix!!! hahaha... anyway... continue to brag this site some of your extra melodramatic articles and write-ups!!! God bless!