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

Assault

I

I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not so have ventured forth alone
At dusk upon this unfrequented road.

II

I am waylaid by Beauty. Who will walk
Between me and the crying of the frogs?
Oh, savage Beauty, suffer me to pass,
That am a timid woman, on her way
From one house to another!

1. So She Came Back
2. The Last White Sawdust
3. When You, That at This Moment
4. Loving You Less Than Life
5. She Filled Her Arms with Wood

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