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


Weeds


White with daisies and red with sorrel
And empty, empty under the sky!—
Life is a quest and love a quarrel—
Here is a place for me to lie.

Daisies spring from damned seeds,
And this red fire that here I see
Is a worthless crop of crimson weeds,
Cursed by farmers thriftily.

But here, unhated for an hour,
The sorrel runs in ragged flame,
The daisy stands, a bastard flower,
Like flowers that bear an honest name.

And here a while, where no wind brings
The baying of a pack athirst,
May sleep the sleep of blessed things,
The blood too bright, the brow accurst.



Edna St. Vincent Millay's other poems:
  1. The Shroud
  2. The Plaid Dress
  3. Scrub
  4. The Merry Maid
  5. She is Overheard Singing


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