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Слушать(AI)Losing Track
Long after you have swung backaway from meI think you are still with me:you come in close to the shoreon the tideand nudge me awake the waya boat adrift nudges the pier:am I a pierhalf-in half-out of the water?and in the pleasure of that communionI lose track,the moon I watch goes down, thetide swings you away beforeI know I'malone again long since,mud sucking at gray and blacktimbers of me,a light growth of green dreams drying.
Denise Levertov
Priscilla Denise Levertov (24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997) was an American poet. She was a recipient of the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry
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