Evening Poetry, July 11

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.

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