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Слушать(AI)Written For A Musician
Hungry for music with a desperate hunger I prowled abroad,
I threaded through the town;
The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking,
Vulgar and pitiful—my heart bowed down— Till I remembered duller hours made noble By strangers clad in some suprising grace.
Wait, wait my soul, your music comes ere midnight Appearing in some unexpected place With quivering lips, and gleaming, moonlit face.
Vachel Lindsay
Nicholas Vachel Lindsay (November 10, 1879 – December 5, 1931) was an American poet. He is considered a founder of modern singing poetry, as he
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