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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343640" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Japanese Wood-Carving</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">High up above the open, welcoming door <br>It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. <br>Once, long ago, it was a waving tree <br>And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves <br>Of forest trees, in a thick eastern wood. <br>The winter snows had bent its branches down, <br>The spring had swelled its buds with coming flowers, <br>Summer had run like fire through its veins, <br>While autumn pelted it with chestnut burrs, <br>And strewed the leafy ground with acorn cups. <br>Dark midnight storms had roared and crashed among <br>Its branches, breaking here and there a limb; <br>But every now and then broad sunlit days <br>Lovingly lingered, caught among the leaves. <br>Yes, it had known all this, and yet to us <br>It does not speak of mossy forest ways, <br>Of whispering pine trees or the shimmering birch; <br>But of quick winds, and the salt, stinging sea! <br>An artist once, with patient, careful knife, <br>Had fashioned it like to the untamed sea. <br>Here waves uprear themselves, their tops blown back <br>By the gay, sunny wind, which whips the blue <br>And breaks it into gleams and sparks of light. <br>Among the flashing waves are two white birds <br>Which swoop, and soar, and scream for very joy <br>At the wild sport. Now diving quickly in, <br>Questing some glistening fish. Now flying up, <br>Their dripping feathers shining in the sun, <br>While the wet drops like little glints of light, <br>Fall pattering backward to the parent sea. <br>Gliding along the green and foam-flecked hollows, <br>Or skimming some white crest about to break, <br>The spirits of the sky deigning to stoop <br>And play with ocean in a summer mood. <br>Hanging above the high, wide open door, <br>It brings to us in quiet, firelit room, <br>The freedom of the earth's vast solitudes, <br>Where heaping, sunny waves tumble and roll, <br>And seabirds scream in wanton happiness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a><div class=q>
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It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. 
Once, long ago, it was a waving tree 
And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves 
Of forest trees, in a thick eastern wood. 
The winter snows had bent its bra..."></div>
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