The Drowning Child. Alex Barclay
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Название: The Drowning Child
Автор: Alex Barclay
Издательство: HarperCollins
isbn: 9780007494583
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Published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2016
Copyright © Alex Barclay 2016
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Cover photographs © Stephen Mulcahey/Arcangel Images (boy); Mike Dobel/Arcangel Images (background)
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‘Excellent summer reading … Barclay has the confidence to move her story along slowly, and deftly explores the relationships between her characters’ Sunday Telegraph
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For my editor, the wonderful Sarah Hodgson
To a Dying Girl
How quickly must she go?
She calls dark swans from mirrors everywhere:
From halls and porticos, from pools of air.
How quickly must she know?
They wander through the fathoms of her eye,
Waning southerly until their cry
Is gone where she must go.
How quickly does the cloudfire streak the sky,
Tremble on the peaks, then cool and die?
She moves like evening into night,
Forgetful as the swans forget their flight
Or spring the fragile snow,
So quickly she must go.
Clinton F. Larson
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