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Слушать(AI)The Way That Lovers Use
The way that lovers use is this;
They bow, catch hands, with never a word,
And their lips meet, and they do kiss, — So I have heard.
They queerly find some healing so,
And strange attainment in the touch;
There is a secret lovers know, — I have read as much.
And theirs no longer joy nor smart,
Changing or ending, night or day;
But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart, — So lovers say.
Rupert Brooke
Rupert Chawner Brooke (3 August 1887 – 23 April 1915) was an English poet known for his idealistic war sonnets written during the First World Wa
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Heaven
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy hope or fear Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;
Finding
From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And the whispering life outside But I found no lips of comfort,
Dawn
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar We have been here for ever: even yet A dim watch tells two hours, two aeons, more The windows are tight-shut and slimy-wet With a night's foetor
The Beginning
Some day I shall rise and leave my And seek you again through the world's far ends, You whom I found so fair(Touch of your hands and smell of your hair ),
