Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди)
Making a House
First of all, I draw the Smoke Trailing up the sky; Then the Chimney, underneath; And Birds all flying by; Then the House; and every Window, Watching, like an Eye. Everybody else begins With the House. But I Love the Smoke the best of all; And you don't know why!... Here it goes,--like little feathers, Sailing up the sky!
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