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Слушать(AI)Smell!
Oh strong-ridged and deeply hollowed nose of mine! what will you not be smelling?
What tactless asses we are, you and I, boney nose, always indiscriminate, always unashamed, and now it is the souring flowers of the bedreggled poplars: a festering pulp on the wet earth beneath them.
With what deep thirst we quicken our desires to that rank odor of a passing springtime!
Can you not be decent?
Can you not reserve your ardors for something less unlovely?
What girl will care for us, do you think, if we continue in these ways?
Must you taste everything?
Must you know everything?
Must you have a part in everything?
William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams (September 17, 1883 – March 4, 1963) was a Puerto Rican-American poet, writer, and physician closely associated with mod
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