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Слушать(AI)In Black Despair
In grayish doubt and black despair,
I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,pretending to joy, although I lacked it.
The age had made lament redundant.
So here's the question — who can answer it —Was he a brave man or a hypocrite?
Czeslaw Milosz
Czesław Miłosz (30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004) was a Polish-American poet, prose writer, translator, and diplomat. Regarded as one of the great
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