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You’d be confused to know from what dressing
Without shame the poetry crops up –
Like dandelions at some modest fencing
Or burdocks in the shrub;
Annoyed shouting or fresh tar smelling,
Or a mysterious old moldy wall… –
From such impressions turn out verses telling
To please us all in all.
\Anna Akhmatova\
