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?
--Edna St. Vincent Millay
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ReplyDeleteI knows exactly how Edna St Vincent Millay feels. I love how her poems can sometimes come at you like a blinding left-hook.
Thanks for sharing.
How lovely. (And how true.)
ReplyDeleteI had not heard of this poet before I came across Perceval Press a few years ago -- she features on the home page. I love what little of her I have read, I should read more.
Thanks for the post.
Oh how true that is! Thank you for posting that.
ReplyDeleteGlad everyone liked it. I forced myself to stay up until almost ten Friday night, but I was certainly ready for bed by half past eight!
ReplyDeleteThat's so true!
ReplyDeleteI wish our kitty would let us go to sleep that early!
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