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

Siege

This I do, being mad:
Gather baubles about me,
Sit in a circle of toys, and all the time
Death beating the door in.

White jade and an orange pitcher,
   Hindu idol, Chinese god,--
Maybe next year, when I’m richer--
   Carved beads and a lotus pod....

And all this time
Death beating the door in.

1. The Last White Sawdust
2. Loving You Less Than Life
3. How Healthily Their Feet
4. Euclid Alone Has Looked
5. So She Came Back

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