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

The Last White Sawdust

The last white sawdust on the floor was grown
Gray as the first, so long had he been ill;
The axe was nodding in the block; fresh-blown
And foreign came the rain across the sill,
But on the roof so steadily it drummed
She could not think a time it might not be--
In hazy summer, when the hot air hummed
With mowing, and locusts rising raspingly,
When that small bird with iridescent wings
And long incredible sudden silver tongue
Had just flashed (and yet may be not!) among
The dwarf nasturtiums--when no sagging springs
Of shower were in the whole bright sky, somehow
Upon this roof the rain would drum as it was drumming
   now.

1. Loving You Less Than Life
2. I, Being Born a Woman
3. Still Will I Harvest Beauty
4. Euclid Alone Has Looked
5. So She Came Back

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