Текст
Number 41, exercise 74.0:06
Listen to the poem and try to read it in the same manner.0:10
In two months now, or maybe one, the sun will be a different sun, and earth that stretches white as straw with stony ice will crack and thaw and run in whistling stream and curve in still blue shadowed pools.0:20
The nerve of each pink root will quiver bare, and orchards in the April air will show black breaking white.0:39
Red roses in the green twilight will glimmer ghostly blue, and swell upon their vines with such a smell as only floats when the breeze is loud at dusk.0:48
From roses in a crowd I know that there will be these things, remembering them from other springs.1:00
All these and more shall soon be seen, but not so beautiful as they seem now to be a month away.1:09
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