Friggin Love Poem

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.

Edna St. Vincent

This poor lady doesn't sound like she's had a very good experience with love or relationships at all. It sounds to me as an older Taylor Swift. "Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath" Well isn't that what all those sappy love movies all tell us, that love fills our lungs with air? "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." It sounds like toward the end of Vincent's heated rant that she has come to some sort of peace with the fact that love can end in good ways and that it all is not burdensome. She explicitly states throughout her piece that love is full of tribulations and frustration.
I think that love is something we all aspire to find. It is full of happiness and sadness and frustration and peace. It is not all burdensome, and its really not burdensome at all. And if you find yourself burdened by someone or something you should know then and there that it is not love, and they are not for you. But relationships help us to grow as people. So a challenge isn't bad now and then. Ms. Vincent has just had bad experiences I guess.