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. The Fledgling
2. Low-Tide
3. MacDougal Street
4. Well, I Have Lost You
5. The Suicide

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