Following a link on my friend Teabird’s blog, I have just learned about the Poetry Project. I love the alliterative mundanity of the post title this lets me use.
Sorrow
– by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain, —
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
Neither stop nor start.
People dress and go to town;
I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
Or what shoes I wear.
Knit-Write 
Whatever Vincent writes is so perfect and self-contained. I love this poem!
A lot of folks have posted about Edna St. Vincent Millay and every time I read one of her poems, I am reminded why I love her. Like Melanie said in the comment above, everything she does is so contained. Each poem is a feeling or emotion so clearly expressed. Beyond that, though, her language is so sensual. I want to read all of her poems out loud.
Thank you for sharing this poem. It is one of hers that I had not read and I love it.
Your alliterative title made me smile and then the poem made me cry. I can understand exactly what she is writing. I’m grateful for this month’s Pulitzer Prize Winner prompt because I somehow missed Edna St. Vincent Millay in my school studies once upon a time. Glad you shared.