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An Explanation of America
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From An Explanation of America: LAIR Robert Pinsky ? Inexhaustible, delicate, as ifWithout source or medium, daylightUndoes the mind; the infinite, Empty actual is too bright, Scattering to where the roadWhispers, through a mile of woods ... Later, how quiet the house is: Dusk-like and refined, The sweet Phoebe-note Piercing from the trees;The calm globe of the morning, Things to read or to write Ranged on a table; the brainA dark, stubborn current that breathesBlood, a deaf wadding, The…
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- Autorius: Robert Pinsky
- Leidėjas: Princeton University Press
- ISBN-10: 0691013608
- ISBN-13: 9780691013602
- Formatas: 13.9 x 21.6 x 0.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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From An Explanation of America:
LAIR
? Inexhaustible, delicate, as if
Without source or medium, daylight
Undoes the mind; the infinite, Empty actual is too bright,
Scattering to where the road
Whispers, through a mile of woods ... Later, how quiet the house is:
Dusk-like and refined,
The sweet Phoebe-note Piercing from the trees;
The calm globe of the morning,
Things to read or to write Ranged on a table; the brain
A dark, stubborn current that breathes
Blood, a deaf wadding, The hands feeding it paper
And sensations of wood or metal
On its own terms. Trying to read I persist a while, finish the recognition
By my breath of a dead giant's breath--
Stayed by the space of a rhythm, Witnessing the blue gulf of the air.
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- Autorius: Robert Pinsky
- Leidėjas: Princeton University Press
- ISBN-10: 0691013608
- ISBN-13: 9780691013602
- Formatas: 13.9 x 21.6 x 0.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
From An Explanation of America:
LAIR
? Inexhaustible, delicate, as if
Without source or medium, daylight
Undoes the mind; the infinite, Empty actual is too bright,
Scattering to where the road
Whispers, through a mile of woods ... Later, how quiet the house is:
Dusk-like and refined,
The sweet Phoebe-note Piercing from the trees;
The calm globe of the morning,
Things to read or to write Ranged on a table; the brain
A dark, stubborn current that breathes
Blood, a deaf wadding, The hands feeding it paper
And sensations of wood or metal
On its own terms. Trying to read I persist a while, finish the recognition
By my breath of a dead giant's breath--
Stayed by the space of a rhythm, Witnessing the blue gulf of the air.
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