from THE SUICIDE
- Edna St, Vincent Millay
Curse thee, Life, I'll live with thee no more!
Thou has mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore!
And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me,
I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly
That I may eat again, and met thy sneers
With deprecations, and thy blows with tears, -
Aye, from thy glutted lash, glad, crawled away,
As if spent passion were a holiday!
(Mariah speaking) I've begun memorizing this 130-line poem. I may perform it in the Seam Project in Austin, or I may just keep it with me for my own enjoyment, forever. I'll be posting what I have so far, every few days.
- Edna St, Vincent Millay
Curse thee, Life, I'll live with thee no more!
Thou has mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore!
And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me,
I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly
That I may eat again, and met thy sneers
With deprecations, and thy blows with tears, -
Aye, from thy glutted lash, glad, crawled away,
As if spent passion were a holiday!
(Mariah speaking) I've begun memorizing this 130-line poem. I may perform it in the Seam Project in Austin, or I may just keep it with me for my own enjoyment, forever. I'll be posting what I have so far, every few days.
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