<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=124995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Some People</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some people fleeing some other people.<br>In some country under the sun<br>and some clouds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They leave behind some of their everything,<br>sown fields, some chickens, dogs,<br>mirrors in which fire now sees itself reflected.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On their backs are pitchers and bundles,<br>the emptier, the heavier from one day to the next.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Taking place stealthily is somebody's stopping,<br>and in the commotion, somebody's bread somebody's snatching<br>and a dead child somebody's shaking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In front of them some still not the right way,<br>nor the bridge that should be<br>over a river strangely rosy.<br>Around them, some gunfire, at times closer, at times farther off,<br>and, above, a plane circling somewhat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some invisibility would come in handy,<br>some grayish stoniness,<br>or even better, non-being<br>for a little or a long while.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something else is yet to happen, only where and what?<br>Someone will head toward them, only when and who,<br>in how many shapes and with what intentions?<br>Given a choice,<br>maybe he will choose not to be the enemy and<br>leave them with some kind of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wislawa+Szymborska">Wislawa Szymborska</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=124995" data-title="Some People de Wislawa Szymborska" data-description="Some people fleeing some other people./In some country under the sun/and some clouds./They leave behind some of their everything,/sown fields, some chickens, dogs,/mirrors in which fire now sees itself reflected./On their backs are pitchers and bu..."></div> </div> </div>

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