Sonnet 30
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof aganist 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 don not think I would.
I need to be an expert on this poem and I need your help. Please give me your interpretation or analysis of it. I need to understand it, what do it mean? Thank you
2006-10-10
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