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Слушать(AI)The Wonder Of It
How wild, how witch-like weird that life should be!
That the insensate rock dared dream of me,
And take to bursting out and burgeoning— Oh, long ago—yo ho!— And wearing green!
How stark and strange a thing That life should be!
Oh mystic mad, a rigadoon of glee,
That dust should rise, and leap alive, and
Afoot, awing, and shake the deeps with cries—Oh, far away—yo hay!
What moony masque, what arrogant
That life should be!
Harriet Monroe
Harriet Monroe (December 23, 1860 – September 26, 1936) was an American editor, scholar, literary critic, poet, and patron of the arts. She was
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