<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116590" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gnat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long-legged gnat with airy wings, a dart<br>Sharp as a needle and a searching tusk,<br>Was flutt'ring round my lamp, clung to my bookshelf,<br>And wandered over papers. Then I blew<br>On it, to chase it far away. But no,<br>Beneath the tempest of my breath it clung<br>Still faster to the paper's slender shelter<br>And moved not, till I thought my breath had killed it.<br>We watched each other; then it flew away.<br>I thought how Fate and we thus ofttimes watch<br>Each other, till Fate blow us into atoms,<br>And we remain in some weak place, in Death's<br>Suspense, not knowing if again the storm<br>Will blow. But Fate is careless and will let<br>Us go, if but the wings that are to take<br>Us hence are still untorn, unsinged, uncrushed;<br>Or else we creep along and die unseen,<br>A wingless worm, not understanding what<br>Those papers and those shelves contain that are<br>No revelation, nought but a grave, whilst others<br>Suck life and food, from where the storm of Fate<br>Hath torn us, unresisting, meaningless,<br>And watching with an instant's careless glance,<br>If we are really dead, or still may fly.<br>Cheat cruel Fate, keep still like Death, move not,<br>Flutter not; then unfold thy wings, and go<br>Thy way, the coming morn is full of life,<br>Bury thy head in flowers, in the dew,<br>The sun is rising and thou art alive!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Carmen+Sylva">Carmen Sylva</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=116590" data-title="The Gnat de Carmen Sylva" data-description="A long-legged gnat with airy wings, a dart/Sharp as a needle and a searching tusk,/Was flutt'ring round my lamp, clung to my bookshelf,/And wandered over papers. Then I blew/On it, to chase it far away. But no,/Beneath the tempest of my breath it ..."></div> </div> </div>

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