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! ...
Let them bury your big eyesIn the secret earth securely,Your thin fingers, and your fair,Soft, indefinite-colored hair,—All of these in ...
Not in a silver casket cool with pearlsOr rich with red corundum or with blue,Locked, and the key withheld, as ...
When reeds are dead and straw to thatch the marshes, And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind Like Ag?d warriors ...
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes, And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind Like aged ...
Not in a silver casket cool with pearls Or rich with red corundum or with blue, Locked, and the key ...
Let them bury your big eyes In the secret earth securely, Your thin fingers, and your fair, Soft, indefinite-colored hair,- ...
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