Edna St. Vincent Millay (Ýäíà Ñåíò-Âèíñåíò Ìèëëåé)

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. City Trees
3. Alms
4. Mariposa
5. The Dream

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