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Слушать(AI)On the Beach at Fontana
Wind whines and whines the shingle,
The crazy pierstakes groan;
A senile sea numbers each
Slimesilvered stone.
From whining wind and
Grey sea I wrap him
And touch his trembling fineboned
And boyish arm.
Around us fear,
Darkness of fear
And in my heart how deep unending Ache of love!
James Joyce
James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941) was an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, and literary critic
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