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Слушать(AI)Stepping Westward
What is green in medarkens, muscadine.
If woman is inconstant,good,
I am faithful toebb and flow,
I fallin season and nowis a time of ripening.
If her partis to be true,a north star,good,
I hold steadyin the black skyand vanish by day,yet burn therein blue or abovequilts of cloud.
There is no savormore sweet, more saltthan to be glad to bewhat, woman,and who, myself,
I am, a shadowthat grows longer as the sunmoves, drawn outon a thread of wonder.
If I bear burdensthey begin to be rememberedas gifts, goods, a basketof bread that hurtsmy shoulders but closes mein fragrance.
I caneat as I go.
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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