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

Passer Mortuus Est

Death devours all lovely things;
Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness,—presently
Every bed is narrow.

Unremembered as old rain
Dries the sheer libation,
And the little petulant hand
Is an annotation.

After all, my erstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Now that love is perished?

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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