<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115938" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Town and Country</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side<br> Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall.<br>In every touch more intimate meanings hide;<br> And flaming brains are the white heart of all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, million pulses to one centre beat:<br> Closed in by men's vast friendliness, alone,<br>Two can be drunk with solitude, and meet<br> On the sheer point where sense with knowing's one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here the green-purple clanging royal night,<br> And the straight lines and silent walls of town,<br>And roar, and glare, and dust, and myriad white<br> Undying passers, pinnacle and crown</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Intensest heavens between close-lying faces<br> By the lamp's airless fierce ecstatic fire;<br>And we've found love in little hidden places,<br> Under great shades, between the mist and mire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stay! though the woods are quiet, and you've heard<br> Night creep along the hedges. Never go<br>Where tangled foliage shrouds the crying bird,<br> And the remote winds sigh, and waters flow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lest - as our words fall dumb on windless noons,<br> Or hearts grow hushed and solitary, beneath<br>Unheeding stars and unfamiliar moons,<br> Or boughs bend over, close and quiet as death, -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unconscious and unpassionate and still,<br> Cloud-like we lean and stare as bright leaves stare,<br>And gradually along the stranger hill<br> Our unwalled loves thin out on vacuous air,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And suddenly there's no meaning in our kiss,<br> And your lit upward face grows, where we lie,<br>Lonelier and dreadfuller than sunlight is,<br> And dumb and mad and eyeless like the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115938" data-title="Town and Country de Rupert Brooke" data-description="Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side/ Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall./In every touch more intimate meanings hide;/ And flaming brains are the white heart of all./Here, million pulses to one centre beat:/ Closed in by ..."></div> </div> </div>

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