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Слушать(AI)Silence
I catch the pattern Of your
Before you speakI do not
To hear a word.
In your
Every tone I
Is heard.
First published in Carmel Pine Cone (July 18, 1941) p. 6 Included in
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Langston Hughes
James Mercer Langston Hughes (February 1, 1901[1] – May 22, 1967) was an American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist fro
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