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Love Is Not All: It Is Not Meat nor Drink is a 1931 poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay, written during the Great Depression. [1]The poem was included in her collection Fatal Interview, a sequence of 52 sonnets, appearing alongside other sonnets such as "I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields," and "Love me no more, now let the god depart," rejoicing in romantic language and vulnerability. [2]
“People who have never dealt with depression think it’s just being sad or being in a bad mood. That’s not what depression is for me; it’s falling into a state of grayness and numbness ...
According to psychobiographical critics Daghir and Al Masudi, "Mad Girl's Love Song" uses the recurring themes of darkness, light, and dreams to consider the divides between three realities: life, death, and dreams. [5] As the speaker closes her eyes and experiences darkness the world is said to "drop dead", while opening eyes is a rebirth. [5]
Sylvia Plath. The Sylvia Plath effect is the phenomenon that poets are more susceptible to mental illness than other creative writers. The term was coined in 2001 by psychologist James C. Kaufman, and implications and possibilities for future research are discussed. [1]
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Death poems are typically graceful, natural, and emotionally neutral, in accordance with the teachings of Buddhism and Shinto. [9] Excepting the earliest works of this tradition, it has been considered inappropriate to mention death explicitly; rather, metaphorical references such as sunsets, autumn or falling cherry blossom suggest the ...
When Taylor Swift’s depression works the graveyard shift, she makes a playlist about it.. Swift, 34, partnered with Apple Music earlier this month to unveil five exclusive playlists featuring ...
That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death,