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

Ebb

I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

1. The Snow Storm
2. Scrub
3. When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins
4. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!
5. Intention to Escape from Him

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