Эдвард Эстлин Каммингс (Edward Estlin Cummings) Текст оригинала на английском языке * * * in spite of everything which breathes and moves,since Doom (with white longest hands neatening each crease) will smooth entirely our minds -before leaving my room i turn,and(stooping through the morning)kiss this pillow,dear where our heads lived and were. |
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