Aldous Huxley (Олдос Хаксли)

In Uncertainty to a Lady

I am not one of those who sip,
Like a quotidian bock,
Cheap idylls from a languid lip
Prepared to yawn or mock.

I wait the indubitable word,
The great Unconscious Cue.
Has it been spoken and unheard?
Spoken, perhaps, by you?

1. Minoan Porcelain
2. Revelation
3. Anniversaries
4. The Elms
5. A Little Memory

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