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

From the Wan Dream

From the wan dream that was her waking day,
Wherein she journeyed, borne along the ground
Without her own volition in some way,
Or fleeing, motionless, with feet fast bound,
Or running silent through a silent house
Sharply remembered from an earlier dream,
Upstairs, down other stairs, fearful to rouse,
Regarding him, the wide and empty scream
Of a strange sleeper on a malignant bed,
And all the time not certain if it were
Herself so doing or some one like to her,
From this wan dream that was her daily bread,
Sometimes, at night, incredulous, she would wake--
A child, blowing bubbles that the chairs and carpet
   did not break!

1. When You, That at This Moment
2. Then Cautiously She Pushed
3. She Let Them Leave Their Jellies
4. The Cairn
5. Sometimes When I Am Wearied

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