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Эдвин Эрлингтон Робинсон/ Edwin Arlington Robinson
| CLIFF KLINGENHAGEN Cliff Klingenhagen had me in to dine With him one day; and after soup and meat, And all the other things there were to eat, Cliff took two glasses and filled one with wine And one with wormwood. Then, without a sign For me to choose at all, he took the draught Of bitterness himself, and lightly quaffed It off, and said the other one was mine. And when I asked him what the deuce he meant By doing that, he only looked at me And smiled, and said it was a way of his. And though I knew the fellow, I have spent Long time a-wondering when I shall be As happy as Cliff Klingenhagen is. | |
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