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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sustain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1.<br>My love plays piano and his foot hovers above the pedal.<br>Sustain, they call it when the note floats<br>like a basketball player suspended in air,<br>or a question whose purpose is to remain unanswered.<br>Theres only this low keening urgency,<br>the sound of mourning doves, <br>drone and descant, murmur and coo.<br>I am learning to rest inside the word enough<br>its rough leathery consonants, its f of finitude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2.<br>To bear up under<br>pain, or the memory of pain<br>repeating itself, like scales, as if we were practicing<br>to never do again what<br>of course we will do again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3.<br>I love you<br>the way language loves the tongue,<br>the way a sentence loves its verb,<br>and parentheses love whatever they enclose.<br>I love you the way notes love the fingers that play them,<br>the way the ear loves sound<br>as well as the silence that comes after.<br>I love you the way a bridge loves land,<br>anchoring itself to the river banks so it can arch<br>over waters too rough to swim.<br>I love you the way an apple loves the teeth that bite it,<br>and a worm loves the earth it turns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4.<br>After divorce<br>we sustained heavy losses,<br>multiple injuries,<br>head wounds, trauma, shock. <br> <br>But you cant sustain shock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You have to let it go, or move on into deeper waters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">5.<br>Give us this day our stone-ground wholegrain toast with organic butter,<br>our fair trade coffee, our soy creamer, our free-range eggs,<br>our morning paper with its dismaying headlines,<br>our kissing and teasing in the kitchen. <br>Let it all go on, just<br>another day, or week, or ten or twenty years.<br>Barely enough time to slip through this life <br>like a fish through a hole in the net,<br>or a string of pearls through nimble fingers,<br>a lone saxophone note draped around the silken neck of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6.<br>When I was young I worshipped the spark<br>of the ignition, turn of the key in the lock,<br>open door, blank page, lost maps,<br>deserted freeways, and myself.<br>Me, with my thumb stuck out,<br>going for broke, coast to coast, on shredded brakes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Later, after the fire<br>had burned through and taken<br>with it my most cherished obstacles,<br>I learned to live in a field of ash, holding <br>sorrow when there was nothing else to hold onto.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7.<br>I dont know this woman<br>with the clean kitchen, the watered garden,<br>curly-leafed kale and immortal chard<br>growing around her house. <br>I dont know how<br>she keeps it going, sustains this note <br>weve put our weight on,<br>or how the trees keep on standing there<br>with all the trouble theyve seen,<br>breathing in poison, giving out oxygen.<br>I want to be like them, though I am only<br>a flesh apple of hope and doubt.<br>I want your hand in mine,<br>as the old world ends and something else is born<br>every moment,<br>singing loves praises just a little while longer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alison+Luterman">Alison Luterman</a><div class=q>
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My love plays piano and his foot hovers above the pedal.
Sustain, they call it when the note floats
like a basketball player suspended in air,
or a question whose purpose is to remain unanswered.
Theres only this low keening urgency,
the sound ..."></div>
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