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Слушать(AI)A Virginal
No, no!
Go from me.
I have left her lately.
I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness,
For my surrounding air hath a new lightness;
Slight are her arms, yet they have bound me
And left me cloaked as with a gauze of aether;
As with sweet leaves; as with subtle clearness.
Oh,
I have picked up magic in her
To sheathe me half in half the things that sheathe her.
No, no!
Go from me.
I have still the flavour,
Soft as spring wind that's come from birchen bowers.
Green come the shoots, aye April in the branches,
As winter's wound with her sleight hand she staunches,
Hath of the trees a likeness of the savour:
As white their bark, so white this lady's hours.
Ezra Pound
Ezra Weston Loomis Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972) was an expatriate American poet and critic, a major figure in the early modernist p
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