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Слушать(AI)Sonnet For Christmas
I saw our golden years on a black gale,our time of love spilt in the furious dust."O we are winter-caught, and we must fail,"said the dark dream, "and time is overcast."-And woke into the night; but you were there,and small as seed in the wild dark we lay.
Small as seed under the gulfs of airis set the stubborn heart that waits for day.
I saw our love the root that holds the vinein the enduring earth, that can reply,"Nothing shall die unless for me it die.
Murder and hate and love alike are mine";and therefore fear no winter and no stormwhile in the knot of earth that root lies warm.
Judith Wright
Judith Arundell Wright (31 May 1915 – 25 June 2000) was an Australian poet, environmentalist and campaigner for Aboriginal land rights. She was
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