Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

Eel-Grass


No matter what I say,
All that I really love
Is the rain that flattens on the bay,
And the eel-grass in the cove;
The jingle-shells that lie and bleach
At the tide-line, and the trace
Of higher tides along the beach:
Nothing in this place.

Edna St. Vincent Millay’s other poems:

  1. Inland
  2. Exiled
  3. Two Sonnets in Memory
  4. When the Year Grows Old
  5. Not Even My Pride Shall Suffer Much

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