A square kind of poem

I read somewhere once that you could always tell if a poem was a sonnet based on its shape. Sonnets, regardless of type or rhyme scheme, tend to be rather squarish. I was recently looking for a quote about rainy weather (it's still raining in fact), and stumbled upon the square poem that follows by Edna St. Vincent Millay. It wasn't what I was searching for, but it has been my obsession for the last
few days. Funny how life can put things in your path when you least expect them but most need them. I've never written a sonnet... perhaps someday I will, but in the meantime, this one speaks to my feelings pretty well:

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied

Who told me time would ease me of my pain;
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; 
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,-- so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place,
Where never fell his foot or shone his face,
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stricken stand, so remembering him!

Edna St. Vincent Millay

I have a lot to be excited about this year... And trust me when I say that I am, and very much so! Rainy days just seem like an invitation to consider the thoughts you manage to keep at bay the better part of the time. Why not get some sadness out while the sky is crying on your behalf? Save your own tears for a not-so-rainy day. 

Be well. :)