compound

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I would like to write compound,
So that the proposals are distributed,
Branching adjectives, bubbling commas,
to the reader, careless and amazed,
They were sinking, drowning, out, cursing
to interjections and those did not seem simple.
Due to a shoulder Olesha peeking Alterman,
And the metaphor of Pushkin climbed Pen,
To Tyutchev could see no sense, and spirit,
To a background of banging the drum makarowski,
That lines gave the most dangerous roll,
Invisible to the eye, but perceptible to the ear,
I would really dim, almost sacred,
And not in the fierce sunshine of the Psalms,
Not in the gathering night Kohelet
I would be Gothic-screen, and not a railway,
Not popular, not for ordinary minds,
Not for a world that smells of grapes and Heather.,
For half-world associations and dusty volumes