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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Is A Spring Afternoon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everything here is yellow and green.<br>Listen to its throat, its earthskin,<br>the bone dry voices of the peepers<br>as they throb like advertisements.<br>The small animals of the woods<br>are carrying their deathmasks<br>into a narrow winter cave.<br>The scarecrow has plucked out<br>his two eyes like diamonds<br>and walked into the village.<br>The general and the postman<br>have taken off their packs.<br>This has all happened before<br>but nothing here is obsolete.<br>Everything here is possible.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because of this<br>perhaps a young girl has laid down<br>her winter clothes and has casually<br>placed herself upon a tree limb<br>that hangs over a pool in the river.<br>She has been poured out onto the limb,<br>low above the houses of the fishes<br>as they swim in and out of her reflection<br>and up and down the stairs of her legs.<br>Her body carries clouds all the way home.<br>She is overlooking her watery face<br>in the river where blind men<br>come to bathe at midday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because of this<br>the ground, that winter nightmare,<br>has cured its sores and burst<br>with green birds and vitamins.<br>Because of this<br>the trees turn in their trenches<br>and hold up little rain cups<br>by their slender fingers.<br>Because of this<br>a woman stands by her stove<br>singing and cooking flowers.<br>Everything here is yellow and green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Surely spring will allow<br>a girl without a stitch on<br>to turn softly in her sunlight<br>and not be afraid of her bed.<br>She has already counted seven<br>blossoms in her green green mirror.<br>Two rivers combine beneath her.<br>The face of the child wrinkles.<br>in the water and is gone forever.<br>The woman is all that can be seen<br>in her animal loveliness.<br>Her cherished and obstinate skin<br>lies deeply under the watery tree.<br>Everything is altogether possible<br>and the blind men can also see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Sexton">Anne Sexton</a><div class=q>
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Listen to its throat, its earthskin,
the bone dry voices of the peepers
as they throb like advertisements.
The small animals of the woods
are carrying their deathmasks
into a narrow winter cave.
The scarecrow h..."></div>
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