<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336692" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sunday Morning - VIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hears, upon that water without sound, <br>A voice that cries, "The tomb in Palestine <br>Is not the porch of spirits lingering. <br>It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay." <br>We live in an old chaos of the sun, <br>Or old dependency of day and night, <br>Or island solitude, unsponsored, free, <br>Of that wide water, inescapable. <br>Deer walk upon our mountains, and the quail <br>Whistle about us their spontaneous cries; <br>Sweet berries ripen in the wilderness; <br>And, in the isolation of the sky, <br>At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make <br>Ambiguous undulations as they sink, <br>Downward to darkness, on extended wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wallace+Stevens">Wallace Stevens</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=336692" data-title="Sunday Morning - VIII de Wallace Stevens" data-description="She hears, upon that water without sound, /A voice that cries, "The tomb in Palestine /Is not the porch of spirits lingering. /It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay." /We live in an old chaos of the sun, /Or old dependency of day and night, /Or i..."></div> </div> </div>

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