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Слушать(AI)The Lemmings
Once in a hundred years the Lemmings
Westward, in search of food, over the snow;
Westward until the salt sea drowns them dumb;
Westward, till all are drowned, those Lemmings go.
Once, it is thought, there was a westward
Now drowned where there was food for those starved things,
And memory of the place has burnt its
In the little brains of all the Lemming Kings.
Perhaps, long since, there was a land
Westward from death, some city, some calm
Where one could taste God's quiet and be
With the little beauty of a human face;
But now the land is drowned.
Yet we still
Westward, in search, to death, to nothingness.
John Masefield
John Edward Masefield OM (/ˈmeɪsˌfiːld, ˈmeɪz-/; 1 June 1878 – 12 May 1967) was an English poet and writer, and Poet Laureate from 1930 until 19
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