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Слушать(AI)In Tempore Senectutis
When I am oldI will not have you look
From me, into the cold,
Friend of my heart,
Nor be sad in your
Of the careless, mad-heart
That the wind hath blown
When I am old.
When I am
And the white hot
Unto the world seem cold,
My soul's
Know you then that all life's shower,
The rain of the years, that
Shall make blow for us one flower,
Including all, when we are old.
When I am
If you
Any love save what is
Hearth light unto life's
Be your joy of past sweet
To know then naught but this"How many wonders are less
Than love I bear to
When I am old."
Ezra Pound
Ezra Weston Loomis Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972) was an expatriate American poet and critic, a major figure in the early modernist p
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