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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374683" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Suicide</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!<br>Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore!<br>And all for a pledge that was not pledged by me,<br>I have kissed thy crust and eaten sparingly<br>That I might eat again, and met thy sneers<br>With deprecations, and thy blows with tears,—<br>Aye, from thy glutted lash, glad, crawled away,<br>As if spent passion were a holiday!<br>And now I go. Nor threat, nor easy vow<br>Of tardy kindness can avail thee now<br>With me, whence fear and faith alike are flown;<br>Lonely I came, and I depart alone,<br>And know not where nor unto whom I go;<br>But that thou canst not follow me I know."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus I to Life, and ceased; but through my brain<br>My thought ran still, until I spake again:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Ah, but I go not as I came,—no trace<br>Is mine to bear away of that old grace<br>I brought! I have been heated in thy fires,<br>Bent by thy hands, fashioned to thy desires,<br>Thy mark is on me! I am not the same<br>Nor ever more shall be, as when I came.<br>Ashes am I of all that once I seemed.<br>In me all's sunk that leapt, and all that dreamed<br>Is wakeful for alarm,—oh, shame to thee,<br>For the ill change that thou hast wrought in me,<br>Who laugh no more nor lift my throat to sing<br>Ah, Life, I would have been a pleasant thing<br>To have about the house when I was grown<br>If thou hadst left my little joys alone!<br>I asked of thee no favor save this one:<br>That thou wouldst leave me playing in the sun!<br>And this thou didst deny, calling my name<br>Insistently, until I rose and came.<br>I saw the sun no more.—It were not well<br>So long on these unpleasant thoughts to dwell,<br>Need I arise to-morrow and renew<br>Again my hated tasks, but I am through<br>With all things save my thoughts and this one night,<br>So that in truth I seem already quite<br>Free,and remote from thee,—I feel no haste<br>And no reluctance to depart; I taste<br>Merely, with thoughtful mien, an unknown draught,<br>That in a little while I shall have quaffed."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus I to Life, and ceased, and slightly smiled,<br>Looking at nothing; and my thin dreams filed<br>Before me one by one till once again<br>I set new words unto an old refrain:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Treasures thou hast that never have been mine!<br>Warm lights in many a secret chamber shine<br>Of thy gaunt house, and gusts of song have blown<br>Like blossoms out to me that sat alone!<br>And I have waited well for thee to show<br>If any share were mine,—and now I go<br>Nothing I leave, and if I naught attain<br>I shall but come into mine own again!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus I to Life, and ceased, and spake no more,<br>But turning, straightway, sought a certain door<br>In the rear wall. Heavy it was, and low<br>And dark,—a way by which none e'er would go<br>That other exit had, and never knock<br>Was heard thereat,—bearing a curious lock<br>Some chance had shown me fashioned faultily,<br>Whereof Life held content the useless key,<br>And great coarse hinges, thick and rough with rust,<br>Whose sudden voice across a silence must,<br>I knew, be harsh and horrible to hear,—<br>A strange door, ugly like a dwarf.—So near<br>I came I felt upon my feet the chill<br>Of acid wind creeping across the sill.<br>So stood longtime, till over me at last<br>Came weariness, and all things other passed<br>To make it room; the still night drifted deep<br>Like snow about me, and I longed for sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, suddenly, marking the morning hour,<br>Bayed the deep-throated bell within the tower!<br>Startled, I raised my head,—and with a shout<br>Laid hold upon the latch,—and was without.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, long-forgotten, well-remembered road, <br>Leading me back unto my old abode, <br>My father's house! There in the night I came, <br>And found them feasting, and all things the same <br>As they had been before. A splendour hung <br>Upon the walls, and such sweet songs were sung <br>As, echoing out of very long ago, <br>Had called me from the house of Life, I know.<br>So fair their raiment shone I looked in shame<br>On the unlovely garb in which I came;<br>Then straightway at my hesitancy mocked:<br>"It is my father's house!" I said and knocked;<br>And the door opened. To the shining crowd<br>Tattered and dark I entered, like a cloud,<br>Seeing no face but his; to him I crept,<br>And "Father!" I cried, and clasped his knees, and wept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, days of joy that followed! All alone<br>I wandered through the house. My own, my own,<br>My own to touch, my own to taste and smell,<br>All I had lacked so long and loved so well!<br>None shook me out of sleep, nor hushed my song,<br>Nor called me in from the sunlight all day long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know not when the wonder came to me<br>Of what my father's business might be,<br>And whither fared and on what errands bent<br>The tall and gracious messengers he sent.<br>Yet one day with no song from dawn till night<br>Wondering, I sat, and watched them out of sight.<br>And the next day I called; and on the third<br>Asked them if I might go,—but no one heard.<br>Then, sick with longing, I arose at last<br>And went unto my father,—in that vast<br>Chamber wherein he for so many years<br>Has sat, surrounded by his charts and spheres.<br>"Father," I said, "Father, I cannot play<br>The harp that thou didst give me, and all day<br>I sit in idleness, while to and fro<br>About me thy serene, grave servants go;<br>And I am weary of my lonely ease.<br>Better a perilous journey overseas<br>Away from thee, than this, the life I lead,<br>To sit all day in the sunshine like a weed<br>That grows to naught,—I love thee more than they<br>Who serve thee most; yet serve thee in no way.<br>Father, I beg of thee a little task<br>To dignify my days,—'tis all I ask<br>Forever, but forever, this denied,<br>I perish."<br> "Child," my father's voice replied,<br>"All things thy fancy hath desired of me<br>Thou hast received. I have prepared for thee<br>Within my house a spacious chamber, where<br>Are delicate things to handle and to wear,<br>And all these things are thine. Dost thou love song?<br>My minstrels shall attend thee all day long.<br>Or sigh for flowers? My fairest gardens stand<br>Open as fields to thee on every hand.<br>And all thy days this word shall hold the same:<br>No pleasure shalt thou lack that thou shalt name.<br>But as for tasks—" he smiled, and shook his head;<br>"Thou hadst thy task, and laidst it by," he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edna+St.+Vincent+Millay">Edna St. Vincent Millay</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374683" data-title="The Suicide de Edna St. Vincent Millay" data-description=""Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! 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