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Живём ли в антиутопии?
Несомненно, из них по одной на каждую из стран,
Но при этом на краю Вселенной
Хладом веет каменистый буран.

Она нужна для того, чтобы
Мы больше видели
И были менее импульсивными.
Не доходя до погружения в поток хандры,

Come, gentle Spring
ethereal Mildness
come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,

Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased,

See,
Winter comes, to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train;
Vapours, and clouds, and storms

In the willow-meads of Tasarinan I walked in the Spring
Ah
The sight and smell of the Spring in Nantasarion
And I said that was good

To the memory of John Peale Bishop,
Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,e colsi un ramicel da un gran pruno;e U tronco suo gridd:
Perchd mi schiante
I

Spring
Another four I've left yet to bring on,
Of four times four the last Quaternion,
The Winter,

From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
He comes attended by the sultry Hours,

A land of ice,
Cold, gloomy days,
The winter is all over
This sacred place.

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