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Слушать(AI)The Well Dressed Man With A Beard
After the final no there comes a
And on that yes the future world depends.
No was the night.
Yes is this present sun.
If the rejected things, the things denied,
Slid over the western cataract, yet one,
One only, one thing that was firm,
No greater than a cricket's horn, no
Than a thought to be rehearsed all day, a
Of the self that must sustain itself on speech,
One thing remaining, infallible, would
Enough.
Ah! douce campagna of that thing!
Ah! douce campagna, honey in the heart,
Green in the body, out of a petty phrase,
Out of a thing believed, a thing affirmed:
The form on the pillow humming while one sleeps,
The aureole above the humming house…It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.
Wallace Stevens
Wallace Stevens (October 2, 1879 – August 2, 1955) was an American modernist poet. He was born in Reading, Pennsylvania, educated at Harvard and
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