• And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?

    Edna St. Vincent Millay: And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?
    Edna St. Vincent Millay (2003). “Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems”, p.239, Library of America
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