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Слушать(AI)The Visible The Untrue
Yes,
I beingthe terrible puppet of my dreams, shalllavish this on you-the dense mine of the orchid, split in two.
And the fingernails that cinch suchenvirons?
And what about the staunch neighbor tabulations,with all their zest for doom?
I'm wearing badgesthat cancel all your kindness.
ForthrightI watch the silver Zeppelindestroy the sky.
Tostir your confidence?
To rouse what sanctions-?
The silver strophe… the cantobright with myth… Suchdistances leap landward withoutevil smile.
And, as for me….
The window weight throbs in its blindpartition.
To extinguish what I have of faith.
Yes, light.
And it is alwaysalways, always the eternal
And it is always the day, the farewell day unkind.
Harold Hart Crane
Harold Hart Crane (July 21, 1899 – April 27, 1932) was an American poet. Provoked and inspired by T. S. Eliot, Crane wrote modernist poetry that
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