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Слушать(AI)The Guitarist Tunes Up
With what attentive courtesy he
Over his instrument;
Not as a lordly conquerer who
Command both wire and wood,
But as a man with a loved woman might,
Inquiring with
What slight essential things she had to
Before they started, he and she, to play.
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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