Sonnet XXX，埃德娜·文森特·默蕾诗作

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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 ri and sink and ri and sink again;

Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,

Nor clean the blood, not t 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 relea,

Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,

I might be driven to ll your love for peace,

Or trade the memory of this night for food.

It well may be. I do not think I would.