Langston Hughes (Лэнгстон Хьюз)

Fire-Caught

The gold moth did not love him
So, gorgeous, she flew away.
But the gray moth circled the flame
Until the break of day.
And then, with wings like a dead desire,
She fell, fire-caught, into the flame.

1. Sylvester’s Dying Bed
2. Children's Rhymes
3. Park Bench
4. Ennui
5. Still Here

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