Poem in Your Pocket Day

Today is national Poem in Your Pocket Day. The idea is simple: pick one of your favorite poems and share it with your friends, and family. Since I don't really feel like printing off a bunch of these and driving around to all of your houses, this will have to suffice. Please enjoy one of my favorite poems by my favorite poet, Edna St. Vincent Mallay.

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;
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.