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

The Unexplorer

There was a road ran past our house
Too lovely to explore.
I asked my mother once -- she said
That if you followed where it led
It brought you to the milk-man’s door.
(That’s why I have not travelled more.)

1. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown
2. The Fledgling
3. To Those Without Pity
4. The Death of Autumn
5. Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended

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