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Слушать(AI)The Woods At Night
The binocular owl,fastened to a limblike a lanternall night long,sees where allthe other birds sleep:towhee under leaves,titmouse deepin a twighouse,sapsucker grippedto a knothole lip,redwing in the reeds,swallow in the willow,flicker in the oak -but cannot see poorwhippoorwillunder the hillin deadbrush nest,who's awake, too -with stricken eyeflayed by the moonher brindled breastrepeats, repeats, repeats its pleafor cruelty.
May Swenson
Anna Thilda May "May" Swenson (May 28, 1913 – December 4, 1989) was an American poet and playwright. Harold Bloom considered her one of the most
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