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Слушать(AI)The Excesses Of God
Is it not by his high superfluousness we
Our God?
For to be equal a
Is natural, animal, mineral: but to
Rainbows over the
And beauty above the moon, and secret
On the domes of deep sea-shells,
And make the necessary embrace of
Beautiful also as fire,
Not even the weeds to multiply without
Nor the birds without music:
There is the great humaneness at the heart of things,
The extravagant kindness, the
Humanity can understand, and would flow
If power and desire were perch-mates.
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Robinson Jeffers
John Robinson Jeffers (January 10, 1887 – January 20, 1962) was an American poet, known for his work about the central California coast. Much of
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