Grown-up

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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?

Next 10 Poems

• Edna St. Vincent Millay : If I Should Learn, In Some Quite Casual Way
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Indifference
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Inland
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Interim
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Journey
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Kin To Sorrow
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Lament
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Let You Not Say Of Me When I Am Old
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Low-tide

Previous 10 Poems

• Edna St. Vincent Millay : God's World
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Four Sonnets: 04 ( I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear )
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Four Sonnets: 03 ( Oh, Think Not I Am Faithful To A Vow! )
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Four Sonnets: 02 ( I Think I Should Have Loved You Presently )
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Four Sonnets: 01 ( Love, Though For This You Riddle Me With Darts )
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : First Fig
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Exiled
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Epitaph
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Elegy Before Death
• Edna St. Vincent Millay : Elegy