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Слушать(AI)The Subway
Dark accurate plunger down the successive
Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a
Reverberance of hail upon the
Thunder like an exploding crucible!
Harshly articulate, musical steel
Of angry worship, hurled
Upon your business of
Into the iron forestries of hell:
Till broken in the shift of
Dense altitudes tangential of your steel,
I am become geometries, and
Expansions like a blind
Dazed, while the worldless heavens bulge and
In the cold revery of an idiot.
Allen Tate
John Orley Allen Tate (November 19, 1899 – February 9, 1979), known professionally as Allen Tate, was an American poet, essayist, social comment
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