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Edna St. Vincent Millay B. 2.22.1892 Rockland, Maine / D. 10.19.1950 "Steepletop," Austerlitz, New York Fall I�m not a nun, though I might act the part In silence, at a Hudson Line retreat; Retire at nine, awaken with a start To Matins� blackness at the bed-clock�s bleat. But dawn descries the Hudson�s seething plot Of ice floes backswept by a tidal run. A nun is one more thing that I am not As long as winter iron succumbs to sun: I could not damp the fizzing at my mouth With even thinner bedspreads, smaller rooms. Vespers drew the Coast Guard cutter south Behind advance-guard choruses of booms; Across my view dashed�ere it could appear� eleven sixteen twenty white-tailed deer. Consolation Site: Second April
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