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Слушать(AI)Sonnet IV
Up at his attic sill the South wind came And days of sun and storm but never peace.
Along the town's tumultuous arteries He heard the heart-throbs of a sentient frame:
Each night the whistles in the bay, the same Whirl of incessant wheels and clanging cars:
For smoke that half obscured, the circling stars Burnt like his youth with but a sickly flame.
Up to his attic came the city cries — The throes with which her iron sinews heave — And yet forever behind prison doors Welled in his heart and trembled in his eyes The light that hangs on desert hills at eve And tints the sea on solitary shores. . . .
Alan Seeger
Alan Seeger (22 June 1888 – 4 July 1916) was an American war poet who fought and died in World War I during the Battle of the Somme, serving in
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