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Слушать(AI)Fall of the Evening Star
Speak softly; sun going
Out of sight.
Come near me now.
Dear dying fall of wings as birdscomplain against the gathering dark…Exaggerate the green blood in grass;the music of leaves scraping space;
Multiply the stillness by one sound;by one syllable of your name…And all that is little is soon giant,all that is rare grows in common
To rest with my mouth on your mouthas somewhere a star
And the earth takes it softly, in natural love…Exactly as we take each other…and go to sleep…
Kenneth Patchen
Kenneth Patchen (December 13, 1911 – January 8, 1972) was an American poet and novelist. He experimented with different forms of writing and inc
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