Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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. Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To My Heart
4. Night Is My Sister, And How Deep In Love
5. The Spring and the Fall

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