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Слушать(AI)The Light By The Barn
The light by the barn that shines all nightpales at dawn when a little breeze comes.
A little breeze comes breathing the fieldsfrom their sleep and waking the slow windmill.
The slow windmill sings the long dayabout anguish and loss to the chickens at work.
The little breeze follows the slow windmilland the chickens at work till the sun goes down—Then the light by the barn again.
William Stafford
William Edgar Stafford (January 17, 1914 – August 28, 1993) was an American poet and pacifist. He was the father of poet and essayist Kim Staffo
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