RAIN How mobile is the bed... «Стихи»
Sirona2 марта 2015RAIN
How mobile is the bed on these nights of gesticulating trees when the rain clatters fast, the tin-toy rain with dapper hoof trotting upon an endless roof, traveling into the past.
Upon old roads the steeds of rain Slip and slow down and speed again through many a tangled year; but they can never reach the last dip at the bottom of the past because the sun is there.
1956
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