Grown-Up
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Was it for this that I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?
You can find this poem in Collected Poems.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Was it for this that I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?
You can find this poem in Collected Poems.