<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342560" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Into The Country Of The Gadarenes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arthritic fingers of the olive trees <br>Accuse the sun of ancient injuries. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shallows harden to an ochre crust <br>While bony cattle huddle in the dust. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wretched one who tears his flesh resumes <br>His bellowing from somewhere in the tombs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sky assumes a tyrant's glare. Despite <br>Our lust for rain, we fear the eerie night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dogs whimper softly. An unearthly dawn <br>Ignites some whispers that the dead will yawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We spot a boat; pigs and children squeal. <br>We bicker over whether it is real. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A striking figure stands beside the sail. <br>His patchwork crew appears a little pale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A crowd surrounds him as he steps ashore <br>But no one fears his coming anymore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With all the noise, I cannot be exact <br>About what happened when the wretch attacked. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The visitor, from what my friends could tell, <br>Dazed his attacker with some kind of spell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">After berating unseen demons, he <br>Commanded them to set their hostage free. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We trembled as he spoke. He made a sign <br>And charged the demons to inhabit swine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Immediately nearby pigs began <br>To froth and moan; the wretch became a man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pigs escaped; no one could make them stop. <br>The swineherds muttered, but then let it drop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=A.M.+Juster">A.M. Juster</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=342560" data-title="Into The Country Of The Gadarenes de A.M. Juster" data-description="Arthritic fingers of the olive trees Accuse the sun of ancient injuries. The shallows harden to an ochre crust While bony cattle huddle in the dust. The wretched one who tears his flesh resumes His bellowing from somewhere in the tombs. T..."></div> </div> </div>

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