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

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When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
Save by the mists of brightness has its place,
And terrible beauty not to be endured,
I turn away reluctant from your light,
And stand irresolute, a mind undone,
A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight
From having looked too long upon the sun.
Then is my daily life a narrow room
In which a little while, uncertainly,
Surrounded by impenetrable gloom,
Among familiar things grown strange to me
Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark,
Till I become accustomed to the dark.

1. Not Over-Kind nor Over-Quick
2. The Cairn
3. When You, That at This Moment
4. I, Being Born a Woman
5. The Last White Sawdust

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