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Слушать(AI)Evening Waterfall
What is the name you called me?— And why did you go so soon?
The crows lift their caws on the wind,
And the wind changed and was lonely.
The warblers cry their sleepy-songs Across the valley gloaming,
Across the cattle-horns of early stars.
Feathers and people in the crotch of a treetop Throw an evening waterfall of sleepy-songs.
What is the name you called me?— And why did you go so soon?
Carl Sandburg
Carl August Sandburg (January 6, 1878 – July 22, 1967) was a Swedish-American poet, biographer, journalist, and editor. He won three Pulitzer Pr
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