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

Sorrow

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
   Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain,—
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
   Neither stop nor start.

People dress and go to town;
   I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
   Or what shoes I wear.

1. Assault
2. Tavern
3. Sonnets 11: As To Some Lovely Temple, Tenantless
4. Inland
5. Memorial to D.C.

David Lawrence (Дэвид Лоуренс) Sorrow ("Why does the thin grey strand")

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