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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340178" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Never</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wake. Yes, it's a coffin lid.-With effort<br>I reach my hands out and I call<br>For help. Yes, I recall the tortures<br>Of dying.-Yes, this is no dream!-<br>And without effort, like a spider web<br>I push aside my casket's rotting wood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And stand. How bright the winter light appears<br>In the crypt's doorway! Can I doubt it?-<br>I see the snow. The crypt's without a door.<br>It's time to head for home. How stunned they'll be!<br>I know this park, I cannot lose my way.<br>But oh how different it looks now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hurry. Snowdrifts. Frigid boughs<br>Of dead trees poke deep into the sky,<br>There are no tracks or sounds. It's still.<br>The realm of death in an enchanted world.<br>And here's my home. But what decay!<br>I'm shocked by this heartbreaking sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The village sleeps beneath a snowy blanket,<br>There is no path in all the boundless steppe.<br>Yes, there it is: upon a far-off hill<br>I see the ancient belfry of the church.<br>A frozen traveler in the whirling snow,<br>It stands out clear against the cloudless span.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No winter birds or midges dot the snow.<br>I understand: the earth has long lain chill<br>And dead. For whom do I conserve<br>The breath within my chest? To whom did death<br>Return me? What's my mind<br>Connected to? And what's its final purpose?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where shall I go if there is no one to embrace?<br>And time has lost itself in space?<br>O, Death, return! And hasten to assume<br>The fatal burden of this final life.<br>And you, stiff corpse of earth take flight<br>And bear my corpse on the eternal path!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Afanasy+Afanasyevich+Fet">Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet</a><div class=q>
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I reach my hands out and I call
For help. Yes, I recall the tortures
Of dying.-Yes, this is no dream!-
And without effort, like a spider web
I push aside my casket's rotting wood

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