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Слушать(AI)A Little Girls Prayer
Grant me the moment, the lovely
That I may lean forth to
The other buds, the other blooms,
The other leaves on the tree:
That I may take into my
The breeze that is like his brother,
But stiller, lighter, whose faint
Exhoes the joy of the other.
Above on the blue and white
There are small clouds at play.
I watch their remote, mysterious
In the other far-away.
Grant I may hear the small birds singingthe song that the silence knows…(The Light and the Shadow whisper together,
The lovely moment grows,
Ripples into the air like
Away and away without sound,
And the little girl gets up from her
On the cold ground)
Katherine Mansfield
Kathleen Mansfield Murry (née Beauchamp; 14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923) was a prominent modernist writer who was born and brought up in New Z
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