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

Afternoon on a Hill

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down! 

1. The Snow Storm
2. To S. M.
3. Exiled
4. Intention to Escape from Him
5. Scrub

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