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. Low-Tide
2. Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended
3. Midnight Oil
4. The Merry Maid
5. The Fledgling

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