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by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) Am I kin to Sorrow, That so oft Falls the knocker of my door — Neither loud nor soft, But as long accustomed, Under Sorrow’s hand? Marigolds around the step And rosemary stand, And then comes Sorrow — And what does Sorrow care For the rosemary Or the marigoldsContinue reading “Kin to Sorrow”