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Слушать(AI)O Night O Trembling Night
O night O trembling night O night of sighsO night when my body was a rod O
When my mouth was a vague animal
Pasturing on her flesh O
When the close darkness was a
Made of her hair and filled with my eyes(O stars impenetrable
The fragile tent poled with our
Among the petals falling fields of timeO night revolving all our dark away)O day O gradual day O sheeted
Covering her body as with
Until I brushed her sealing sleep
To read once more in the uncurtained
Her naked love, my great good news.
Stephen Spender
Sir Stephen Harold Spender CBE (28 February 1909 – 16 July 1995) was an English poet, novelist and essayist whose work concentrated on themes of
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