Grown-Upby 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?
Letters from a Hill Farm
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Today's poem - Grown-Up by Edna St.Vincent Millay
Grown-Upby 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?
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Maybe not half past eight but I ought to be in bed by half past ten. Usually I am not. Ha!
ReplyDeleteSome nights I am in bed by half past eight - read for a bit and then lights out!
ReplyDeleteI love the photo on your header with the mist and fall colours - I can almost smell that fall smell of decay and I feel ready for soup and fresh bread followed by baked apples!
I'm usually in bed by half past 9, but then I get up at 5:30! I splurge and sleep 'til 7:30 on the weekends. ;)
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. It is nice to find another blogger who appreciates poetry.
ReplyDeleteBoy can I identify with that! LOL
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