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Роберт Крили/ Robert Creeley
| A Marriage The first retainer he gave to her was a golden wedding ring. The second--late at night we woke up, leaned over on an elbow, and kissed her. The third and the last-- he died with and gave up loving and lived with her. A Song I had wanted a quiet testament and I had wanted, among other things, a song. That was to be of a like monotony. (A grace Simply. Very very quiet. A murmur of some lost thrush, though I have never seen one. Which was you then. Sitting and so, at peace, so very much now this same quiet. A song. And of you the sign now, surely, of a gross perpetuity (which is not reluctant, or if it is, it is no longer important. A song. Which one sings, if he sings it, with care. A Token My lady fair with soft arms, what can I say to you-words, words as if all worlds were there. | |
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