David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс)

Nothing to Save

There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet. 

1. Mystery
2. Flapper
3. Irony
4. He-Goat
5. The Hands of the Betrothed

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