Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

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Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Give me back my book and take my kiss instead.
Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,
”What a big book for such a little head!”
Come, I will show you now my newest hat,
And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink!
Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that.
I never again shall tell you what I think.
I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly;
You will not catch me reading any more:
I shall be called a wife to pattern by;
And some day when you knock and push the door,
Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,
I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.

1. To One Who Might Have Borne a Message
2. Siege
3. I Pray You If You Love Me
4. How Healthily Their Feet
5. Euclid Alone Has Looked

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