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. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown
2. The Fledgling
3. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew
4. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew
5. To Those Without Pity

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