Wystan Hugh Auden (Уистен Хью Оден)

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For what as easy
For what thought small,
For what is well
Because between,
To you simply
From me I mean.

Who goes with who
The bedclothes say,
As I and you
Go kissed away,
The data given,
The senses even.

Fate is not late,
Nor the speech rewritten,
Nor one word forgotten,
Said at the start
About heart,
By heart, for heart.

1. It's No Use Raising a Shout
2. Horae Canonicae: Prime
3. The Quest
4. Death's Echo
5. Thanksgiving for a Habitat

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