I did not write, nor read,... «Aurora Leigh»
innashpitzberg23 мая 2013I did not write, nor read, nor even think, But sat absorbed amid the quickening glooms, Most like some passive broken lump of salt Dropped in by chance to a bowl of oenomel, To spoil the drink a little and lose itself, Dissolving slowly, slowly, until lost.
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