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Слушать(AI)Three Short Poems
"The underground
Are, as the dead prefer them,
Always tortuous.""When he looked the cave in the eye,
Had a moment of doubt."Leaning out
The dreadful precipice,
One contemptuous tree."
W H Auden
Wystan Hugh Auden (21 February 1907 – 29 September 1973) was an Anglo-American poet. Auden's poetry was noted for its stylistic and technical ac
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