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Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) Menses (He speaks, but to himself, being aware how it is with her) Think not I have not heard. Well-fanged the double word And well-directed flew. I felt it. Down my side Innocent as oil I see the ugly venom slide: Poison enough to stiffen us both, and all our friends; But I am not pierced, so there the mischief ends. There is more to be said: I see it coiling; The impact will be pain. Yet coil; yet strike again. You cannot riddle the stout mail I wove Long since, of wit and love. As for my answer . . . stupid in the sun He lies, his fangs drawn: I will not war with you. You know how wild you are. You are willing to be turned To other matters; you would be grateful, even. You watch me shyly. I (for I have learned More things than one in our few years together) Chafe at the churlish wind, the unseasonable weather. ”Unseasonable?” you cry, with harsher scorn Than the theme warrants; ”Every year it is the same! ’Unseasonable!’ they whine, these stupid peasants!—and never since they were born Have they known a spring less wintry! Lord, the shame, The crying shame of seeing a man no wiser than the beasts he feeds— His skull as empty as a shell!” (”Go to. You are unwell.”) Such is my thought, but such are not my words. ”What is the name,” I ask, ”of those big birds With yellow breast and low and heavy flight, That make such mournful whistling?” ”Meadowlarks,” You answer primly, not a little cheered. ”Some people shoot them.” Suddenly your eyes are wet And your chin trembles. On my breast you lean, And sob most pitifullly for all the lovely things that are not and have been. ”How silly I am!—and I know how silly I am!” You say; ”You are very patient. You are very kind. I shall be better soon. Just Heaven consign and damn To tedious Hell this body with its muddy feet in my mind!” Edna St. Vincent Millay's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1312 |
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