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Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) * * * My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend, The pallid hare that runs before the day Having brought your earnest counsels to an end Now have I somewhat of my own to say: That it is folly to be sunk in love, And madness plain to make the matter known, There are no mysteries you are verger of; Everyman’s wisdoms these are, and my own. If I have flung my heart unto a hound I have done ill, it is a certain thing; Yet breathe I freer, walk I the more sound On my sick bones for this brave reasoning? Soon must I say, ” ’Tis prowling Death I hear!” Yet come no better off, for my quick ear. Edna St. Vincent Millay's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1303 |
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