Edna St. Vincent Millay (22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)
Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay : 36 / 165
Grown-up
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
Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay : 36 / 165
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I love her sense of humor in this one.