<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343748" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stupidity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch<br>I broke and bruised your rose.<br>I hardly could suppose<br>It were a thing so fragile that my clutch<br>Could kill it, thus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It stood so proudly up upon its stem,<br>I knew no thought of fear,<br>And coming very near<br>Fell, overbalanced, to your garment's hem,<br>Tearing it down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, stooping, I upgather, one by one,<br>The crimson petals, all<br>Outspread about my fall.<br>They hold their fragrance still, a blood-red cone<br>Of memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with my words I carve a little jar<br>To keep their scented dust,<br>Which, opening, you must<br>Breathe to your soul, and, breathing, know me far<br>More grieved than you.</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> <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=343748" data-title="Stupidity de Amy Lowell" data-description="Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch I broke and bruised your rose. I hardly could suppose It were a thing so fragile that my clutch Could kill it, thus. It stood so proudly up upon its stem, I knew no thought of fear, And coming very near ..."></div> </div> </div>

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