Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet 71

Fatal Interview
This beast that rends me in the sight of all, This love, this longing, this oblivious thing, That has me under as the last leaves fall, Will glut, will sicken, will be gone by spring. The wound will heal, the fever will abate, The knotted hurt will slacken in the breast; I shall forget before the flickers mate Your look that is today my east and west. Unscathed, however, from a claw so deep Though I should love again I shall not go: Along my body, waking while I sleep, Sharp to the kiss, cold to the hand as snow, The scar of this encounter like a sword Will lie between me and my troubled lord.