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27 октября, 21:04

Перевод поэтического произведения с английского языка на русский.

What futile things are words!

But dust of the Desert of Thought,

Blown Willy-nilly;

And he who would enslave them,

Marking indelibly the pith of his being

Upon the atoms, must first walk

With bare feet the searing sand of day;

And e'er he catch the dust

Of that magic desert, spill from his heart

A little of its crimson fount,

Else tomorrow's wind shall find

But more dust, yea, more confusion!