"Time does not bring relief "

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 year's leaves are smoke in every lane;

But last year's bitter loving must remain

Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.

There are a hundred places where I fear To go

- so with his memory they brim.

And entering with relief some quiet place

Where never fell his foot or shone his face

I say, 'There is no memory of him here!'

And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

Edna St Vincent Millay (1892 -1950)

PS: Li esse poema perfeito na biografia da Dra Kay Redfield Jamison, "Uma Mente Inquieta" - livro que recomendo especialmente àqueles que sofram ou tenham algum caso de transtorno afetivo bipolar - doença que antigamente era chamada de psicose maníaco-depressiva - na família ou no círculo íntimo.