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. The Elms
4. Private Property
5. Anniversaries

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