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Слушать(AI)Song in the Manner of Housman
O woe, woe,
People are born and die,
We also shall be dead pretty soon Therefore let us act as if we were dead already.
The bird sits on the hawthorn tree But he dies also, presently.
Some lads get hung, and some get shot.
Woeful is this human lot.
Woe! woe, etcetera . . . .
London is a woeful place,
Shropshire is much pleasanter.
Then let us smile a little space Upon fond nature's morbid grace.
Oh,
Woe, woe, woe, etcetera . . .
Ezra Pound
Ezra Weston Loomis Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972) was an expatriate American poet and critic, a major figure in the early modernist p
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