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

Departure

It’s little I care what path I take,
And where it leads it’s little I care;
But out of this house, lest my heart break,
I must go, and off somewhere.

It’s little I know what’s in my heart,
What’s in my mind it’s little I know,
But there’s that in me must up and start,
And it’s little I care where my feet go.

I wish I could walk for a day and a night,
And find me at dawn in a desolate place
With never the rut of a road in sight,
Nor the roof of a house, nor the eyes of a face.

I wish I could walk till my blood should spout, 
And drop me, never to stir again,
On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out,
And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.

But dump or dock, where the path I take
Brings up, it’s little enough I care:
And it’s little I’d mind the fuss they’ll make,
Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere.

’Is something the matter, dear,’ she said,
’That you sit at your work so silently?’
’No, mother, no, ’twas a knot in my thread.
There goes the kettle, I’ll make the tea.’

1. The Snow Storm
2. To S. M.
3. Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart
4. Second Fig
5. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!

Sylvia Plath (Сильвия Плат) Departure ("The figs on the fig tree in the yard are green")

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