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. My Most Distinguished Guest And Learned Friend
2. Assault
3. Sonnets 05: Once More Into My Arid Days Like Dew
4. The Spring and the Fall
5. Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love

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