Another Edna, for a moment

“Siege”

This I do, being mad:

Gather baubles about me,

Sit in a circle of toys, and all the time

Death beating the door in.

White jade and an orange pitcher,

Hindu idol, Chinese god,—

Maybe next year, when I’m richer —

Carved beads and a lotus pod. . . .

And all this time

Death beating the door in.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay




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