from A Few Figs From Thistles, by Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1922
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?
from A Few Figs From Thistles, by Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1922
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?
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It’s REALLY sad that I’m in bed with a book most nights by six… I’m not *sleeping,* true, but it comes so quickly after…
Right???!