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Слушать(AI)To Waken An Old Lady
Old age isa flight of smallcheeping birdsskimmingbare treesabove a snow glaze.
Gaining and failingthey are buffetedby a dark wind —But what?
On harsh weedstalksthe flock has rested —the snowis covered with brokenseed husksand the wind temperedwith a shrillpiping of plenty.
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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