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

Grown-up

WAS it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight? 

1. WE Talk of Taxes
2. Alms
3. Mariposa
4. The Dream
5. City Trees

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