2. 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 can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
3. 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 can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
4. 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 can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
5. 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 can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
6. 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.
7. 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.
8. 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.
9. 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.
Love is not everything. It’s not the food that we eat to survive
Nor it is a bed to sleep in. or a roof over your head
It cannot save a sinking man, by allowing him to float.
It cannot allow to keep someone breathing, or even keep someone healthy.
“friends with death”- personificationgives idea that love, has an incredible power over us. Also a paradox- because it is foolish to make friends with death for it is something to avoid.
The lack of love can tempt us to make “friends with death” . Many are dying for lack of love.
Even in the most “difficult hour”, when she is “Pinned down by pain and moaning for release”,
In time of suffering and distresses.
Imagery -”Pinned down by pain (personification) and moaning to release”
-illustrates an image of being drag down by pain and moaning in desperation.
Gives the effect of suffering that one may go through.
Sometimes the person might give up love for peace.
Or give up the memory of this night for food.
But the person doesn’t think she would do that.
All- everything that is necessary to survive
Love is not something that we need to survive.
We need love and would choose it over personal peace.