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Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей) The Penitent I had a little Sorrow, Born of a little Sin, I found a room all damp with gloom And shut us all within; And, ”Little Sorrow, weep,” said I, ”And, Little Sin, pray God to die, And I upon the floor will lie And think how bad I’ve been!” Alas for pious planning - - It mattered not a whit! As far as gloom went in that room, The lamp might have been lit! My little Sorrow would not weep, My little Sin would go to sleep -- To save my soul I could not keep My graceless mind on it! So I got up in anger, And took a book I had, And put a ribbon on my my hair To please a passing lad, And, ”One thing there’s no getting by -- I’ve been a wicked girl,” said I: ”But if I can’t be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!” Edna St. Vincent Millay's other poems: Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1356 |
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