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. Reproach
2. Sickness
3. Humming-Bird
4. A Baby Running Barefoot
5. Willy Wet-Leg

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