Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.
I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.
That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe.
A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
Life must go on; I forget just why.