In our rhythm of earthly... «Collected Poems, 1909-1962»
innashpitzberg19 ноября 2012In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain.
We are children quickly tired: children who are up in the night and fall asleep as the rocket is fired; and the day is long for work or play
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