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Слушать(AI)The Great Western Plains
The little voices of the prairie dogs Are tireless . . .
They will give three hurrahs Alike to stage, equestrian, and pullman,
And all unstingingly as to the moon.
And Fifi's bows and poodle ease Whirl by them centred on the lap Of Lottie Honeydew, movie queen,
Toward lawyers and Nevada.
And how much more they cannot see!
Alas, there is so little time,
The world moves by so fast these days!
Burrowing in silk is not their way — And yet they know the tomahawk.
Indeed, old memories come back to life;
Pathetic yelps have sometimes greeted Noses pressed against the glass.
Harold Hart Crane
Harold Hart Crane (July 21, 1899 – April 27, 1932) was an American poet. Provoked and inspired by T. S. Eliot, Crane wrote modernist poetry that
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