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I
KE
for Morning in the Bowl of Night    Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:        And Lo
the Hunter of the East has caught    The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light

Пьют горькую из страха перед жизнью.Пьют горькую от страха перед смертью.
Один в стакане тупо ищет правды,
Другой на дне бутылки утешенья,-
Вот так из этой грешной жизни
В небытие уходят поколенья.

I
Awake
for Morning in the Bowl of
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:

A Book of verses underneath the bough,  Provided that the verses do not scan,
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and Thou,  Short-haired, all angles, looking like a man
But let the wine be unfermented,
Pale,  Of chemicals compounded,

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At dawn a cry through all the tavern shrilled,"Arise, my brethren of the revelers' guild,
That I may fill our measure full of wine,
Or e'er the measure of our days be filled

I A
OK of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou   Beside me singing in the Wilderness— O,
Wilderness were Paradise enow

Wake
For the Sun, who scattered into
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav'n and