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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345457" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Children</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children are all crying in their pens<br>and the surf carries their cries away.<br>They are old men who have seen too much,<br>their mouths are full of dirty clothes,<br>the tongues poverty, tears like puss.<br>The surf pushes their cries back.<br>Listen.<br>They are bewitched.<br>They are writing down their life<br>on the wings of an elf<br>who then dissolves.<br>They are writing down their life<br>on a century fallen to ruin.<br>They are writing down their life<br>on the bomb of an alien God.<br>I am too.<br>We must get help.<br>The children are dying in their pens.<br>Their bodies are crumbling.<br>Their tongues are twisting backwards.<br>There is a certain ritual to it.<br>There is a dance they do in their pens.<br>Their mouths are immense.<br>They are swallowing monster hearts.<br>So is my mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listen.<br>We must all stop dying in the little ways,<br>in the craters of hate,<br>in the potholes of indifference-<br>a murder in the temple.<br>The place I live in<br>is a maze<br>and I keep seeking<br>the exit or the home.<br>Yet if I could listen<br>to the bulldog courage of those children<br>and turn inward into the plague of my soul<br>with more eyes than the stars<br>I could melt the darkness-<br>as suddenly as that time<br>when an awful headache goes away<br>or someone puts out the fire-<br>and stop the darkness and its amputations<br>and find the real McCoy<br>in the private holiness<br>of my hands.</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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They are old men who have seen too much,
their mouths are full of dirty clothes,
the tongues poverty, tears like puss.
The surf pushes their cries back.
Listen.
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