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

To S. M.

If he should lie a-dying

I AM not willing you should go 
Into the earth, where Helen went; 
She is awake by now, I know. 
Where Cleopatra’s anklets rust 
You will not lie with my consent; 
And Sappho is a roving dust; 
Cressid could love again; Dido, 
Rotted in state, is restless still; 
You leave me much against my will.

1. Assault
2. Tavern
3. Grown-up
4. Inland
5. Memorial to D.C.

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