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Слушать(AI)Alone in the Woods
Alone in the woods I
The bitter hostility of the sky and the
Nature has taught her creatures to
Man that fusses and
Unquiet
As the sap rises in the
As the sap paints the trees a violent
So rises the wrath of Nature's
At
So paints the face of Nature a violent green.
Nature is sick at
Sick at his fuss and
Sick at his
Sick at his gaudy
That drives his
Ever more
More and
In the wrong direction.
Stevie Smith
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smith (20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971), was an English poet and novelist. She was awarded the Cholmon
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