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A Poem from 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?
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Age: 58 †
Born: 1892
Born: February 22
Died: 1950
Died: October 19
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Nancy Boyd
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Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder still, Form in the shadows of the trees, - Things that you could not spare And live, or so you thought, yet these All gone, and you still there, A man no longer what he was, Not yet the thing he planned.
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I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.
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When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most
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April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
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A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.
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O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
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Night falls fast. Today is in the past.
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Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
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