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


My heart is what it was before,
   A house where people come and go;
But it is winter with your love,
   The sashes are beset with snow.

I light the lamp and lay the cloth,
   I blow the coals to blaze again;
But it is winter with your love,
   The frost is thick upon the pane.

I know a winter when it comes:
   The leaves are listless on the boughs;
I watched your love a little while,
   And brought my plants into the house.

I water them and turn them south,
   I snap the dead brown from the stem;
But it is winter with your love,—
   I only tend and water them.

There was a time I stood and watched
   The small, ill-natured sparrows’ fray;
I loved the beggar that I fed,
   I cared for what he had to say,

I stood and watched him out of sight;
   Today I reach around the door
And set a bowl upon the step;
   My heart is what it was before,

But it is winter with your love;
   I scatter crumbs upon the sill,
And close the window,—and the birds
   May take or leave them, as they will.

Edna St. Vincent Millay's other poems:
  1. Three Songs of Shattering
  2. Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry
  3. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much
  4. Fontaine, Je Ne Boirai Pas De Ton Eau!
  5. The Fawn

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