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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
      Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain, —
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
      Neither stop nor start.

People dress and go to town;
      I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
      Or what shoes I wear.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Sorrow,” Renascence and Other Poems. (Dover Publications; Unabridged edition November 30, 2011) Originally published 1917.

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