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Слушать(AI)Variation On A Theme By Rilke
A certain day became a presence to me;there it was, confronting me—a sky, air, light:a being.
And before it started to descendfrom the height of noon, it leaned overand struck my shoulder as if withthe flat of a sword, granting mehonor and a task.
The day's blowrang out, metallic—or it was I, a bell awakened,and what I heard was my whole selfsaying and singing what it knew:
I can.
Denise Levertov
Priscilla Denise Levertov (24 October 1923 – 20 December 1997) was an American poet. She was a recipient of the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry
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