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
...a collection of poems that sing, stun, or otherwise simply stick
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