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Слушать(AI)To a Lady Seen From the Train
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, Missing so much and so much?
O fat white woman whom nobody loves,
Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
When the grass is soft as the breast of doves And shivering sweet to the touch?
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, Missing so much and so much?
G.
K.
Chesterton wrote a response to this: 'The Fat White Woman Speaks'.
Frances Darwin Cornford
Frances Crofts Cornford (née Darwin; 30 March 1886 – 19 August 1960) was an English poet; because of the similarity of her first name, her fathe
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