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Слушать(AI)The Tree Of Scarlet Berries
The rain gullies the garden
And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades.
A tree, at the end of my arm, is hazy with mist.
Even so,
I can see that it has red berries,
A scarlet fruit,
Filmed over with moisture.
It seems as though the rain,
Dripping from it,
Should be tinged with colour.
I desire the berries,
But, in the mist,
I only scratch my hand on the thorns.
Probably, too, they are bitter.
Amy Lowell
Amy Lawrence Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) was an American poet of the imagist school, which was promoting a return to classical valu
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