'I have read your book,... «Aurora Leigh»

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  innashpitzberg

  23 мая 2013

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  'I have read your book, Aurora.' 'You have read it,' I replied, 'And I have writ it--we have done with it. And now the rest?'

  'The rest is like the first,' He answered--'for the book is in my heart, Lives in me, wakes in me, and dreams in me: My daily bread tastes of it--and my wine Which has no smack of it, I pour it out, It seems unnatural drinking.'

  Bitterly

  I took the word up; 'Never waste your wine. The book lived in me ere it lived in you; I know it closer than another does, And how it's foolish, feeble, and afraid, And all unworthy so much compliment. Beseech you, keep your wine--and, when you drink, Still wish some happier fortune to a friend, Than even to have written a far better book.' He answered gently, 'That is consequent: The poet looks beyond the book he has made,

  Or else he had not made it. If a man Could make a man, he'd henceforth be a god In feeling what a little thing is man: It is not my case. And this special book,

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