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. To S. M.
3. Intention to Escape from Him
4. Scrub
5. Assault

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