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... poetry as without barricades , or kisses . But it was not long before I realized that the attraction of French poetry for me was cold and glittering , while right beside it was the gold mine of living , pure Russian poetry . We grew up ...
... poetry as without barricades , or kisses . But it was not long before I realized that the attraction of French poetry for me was cold and glittering , while right beside it was the gold mine of living , pure Russian poetry . We grew up ...
Page 512
... poets and artists in such tough times as these ? " In England they had hung the best of Irish poets . In France three hundred poets had been killed in the first days of the war . One French general , who was proud of his love for poetry ...
... poets and artists in such tough times as these ? " In England they had hung the best of Irish poets . In France three hundred poets had been killed in the first days of the war . One French general , who was proud of his love for poetry ...
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... poetry . Our first contact with an idea , handed down to us from time im- memorial , is always fresh and young . We , people of the twentieth century , receive the idea with the same novelty and impact as our ancestors who first wrote ...
... poetry . Our first contact with an idea , handed down to us from time im- memorial , is always fresh and young . We , people of the twentieth century , receive the idea with the same novelty and impact as our ancestors who first wrote ...
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