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Слушать(AI)September
We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold:
No clock counts this.
When kisses are repeated and the arms hold There is no telling where time is.
It is midsummer: the leaves hang big and still:
Behind the eye a star,
Under the silk of the wrist a sea,
Time is nowhere.
We stand; leaves have not timed the summer.
No clock now
Tell we have only what we remember:
Minutes uproaring with our
Like an unfortunate King's and his Queen's When the senseless mob rules;
And quietly the trees casting their
Into the pools.
Ted Hughes
Edward James Hughes OM OBE FRSL (17 August 1930 – 28 October 1998) was an English poet, translator, and children's writer. Critics frequently ra
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