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

Mariposa

BUTTERFLIES are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.

All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour:
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.

Suffer em to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.

1. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown
2. The Fledgling
3. To Those Without Pity
4. The Death of Autumn
5. Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended

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