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. I See So Clearly Now My Similar Years
2. Still Will I Harvest Beauty
3. Lord Archer, Death
4. So She Came Back
5. From the Wan Dream

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