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Слушать(AI)Morning Sea
Let me stop here.
Let me, too, look at nature awhile.
The brilliant blue of the morning sea, of the cloudless sky,the yellow shore; all lovely,all bathed in light.
Let me stand here.
And let me pretend I see all this(I really did see it for a minute when I first stopped)and not my usual day-dreams here too,my memories, those images of sensual pleasure.
Constantine P Cavafy
Constantine Peter Cavafy (April 29 (April 17, OS), 1863 – April 29, 1933) was an Egyptiot Greek poet, journalist and civil servant. His consciou
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