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

So She Came Back

So SHE came back into his house again
And watched beside his bed until he died,
Loving him not at all. The winter rain
Splashed in the painted butter-tub outside,
Where once her red geraniums had stood,
Where still their rotted stalks were to be seen;
The thin log snapped; and she went out for wood,
Bareheaded, running the few steps between
The house and shed; there, from the sodden eaves
Blown back and forth on ragged ends of twine,
Saw the dejected creeping-jinny vine,
(And one, big-aproned, blithe, with stiff blue sleeves
Rolled to the shoulder that warm day in spring,
Who planted seeds, musing ahead to their far
   blossoming).

1. The Last White Sawdust
2. Euclid Alone Has Looked
3. She Filled Her Arms with Wood
4. Loving You Less Than Life
5. I, Being Born a Woman

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