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

One Way There Was

One way there was of muting in the mind
A little while the ever-clamorous care;
And there was rapture, of a decent kind,
In making mean and ugly objects fair:
Soft-sooted kettle-bottoms, that had been
Time after time set in above the fire,
Faucets, and candlesticks, corroded green,
To mine again from quarry; to attire
The shelves in paper petticoats, and tack
New oilcloth in the ringed-and-rotten’s place,
Polish the stove till you could see your face,
And after nightfall rear an aching back
In a changed kitchen, bright as a new pin,
An advertisement, far too fine to cook a supper in.

1. Siege
2. To One Who Might Have Borne a Message
3. I See So Clearly Now My Similar Years
4. How Healthily Their Feet
5. She Had Forgotten

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