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Слушать(AI)Last before America
A spiral of green hay on the end of a rake:
The moment is sweat and sun-prick---children and old women Big in a tiny field, midgets against the mountain,
So toy-like yet so purposed you could take This for the Middle Ages.
Louis MacNeice
Frederick Louis MacNeice (12 September 1907 – 3 September 1963) was an Irish poet and playwright from Northern Ireland, and a member of the Aude
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Rows of books around me stand, Fence me in on either hand; Through that forest of dead wordsI would hunt the living birds -So I write these lines for Who have felt the death-wish too,
