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Слушать(AI)Porth Ceiriad Bay
Descended to the shore, odd how we leftthe young girl with us to herself, and wentstraight to examine the stratified cliffs,forgot her entirely in our interest.
You marvelled at the shapes the clockwork seahad worn the stone, talking keenly, untilthe pace of this random sculpture recalledyour age to you, and then its anodynes.
And so you turned, pretending youth, courtingthe girl as if you were a boy again,leaving the wry cliffs to their erosionand me to my observant solitude.
Ben Jonson
Benjamin Jonson (c. 11 June 1572 – c. 16 August 1637[2]) was an English playwright and poet, whose artistry exerted a lasting influence upon Eng
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