Vẫn phải nhà thơ như cũ, trong gác mái cằn cỗi ảm đạm và lạnh lẽ Chết vì Longas có hoa và bạn và bài hát.
Still must the poet as of old,In barren attic bleak and cold,Starve, freeze, and fashion verses toSuch things as flowers and song and you;Still as of old his being giveIn Beauty’s name, while she may live,Beauty that may not die as longAs there are flowers and you and song.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, A Few Figs from Thistles