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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sorrow

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
  Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain,—
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
  Neither stop nor start.
 
People dress and go to town;
  I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
  Or what shoes I wear.

#Americans #PulitzerPrize #Women #XXCentury

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