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Слушать(AI)Hymn To Eros
O Eros, silently smiling one, hear me.
Let the shadow of thy wings brush me.
Let thy presenceenfold me, as if darknesswere swandown.
Let me see that darknesslamp in hand,this country become the other countrysacred to desire.
Drowsy god,slow the wheels of my thoughtso that I listen onlyto the snowfall hush ofthy circling.
Close my beloved with mein the smoke ring of thy power,that we way be, each to the other,figures of flame,figures of smoke,figures of fleshnewly seen in the dusk.
Denise Levertov
Priscilla Denise Levertov (24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997) was an American poet. She was a recipient of the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry
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