The Suicide (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
God had called us, and we came;Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house,Open flung to us, ...
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little ...
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers ...
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
God had called us, and we came; Our loved Earth to ashes left; Heaven was a neighbor's house, Open to ...
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