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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345467" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Earth Falls Down</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I could blame it all on the weather,<br>the snow like the cadaver's table,<br>the trees turned into knitting needles,<br>the ground as hard as a frozen haddock,<br>the pond wearing its mustache of frost.<br>If I could blame conditions on that,<br>if I could blame the hearts of strangers<br>striding muffled down the street,<br>or blame the dogs, every color,<br>sniffing each other<br>and pissing on the doorstep…<br>If I could blame the bosses<br>and the presidents for<br>their unpardonable songs…<br>If I could blame it on all<br>the mothers and fathers of the world,<br>they of the lessons, the pellets of power,<br>they of the love surrounding you like batter…<br>Blame it on God perhaps?<br>He of the first opening<br>that pushed us all into our first mistakes?<br>No, I'll blame it on Man<br>For Man is God<br>and man is eating the earth up<br>like a candy bar<br>and not one of them can be left alone with the ocean<br>for it is known he will gulp it all down.<br>The stars (possibly) are safe.<br>At least for the moment.<br>The stars are pears<br>that no one can reach,<br>even for a wedding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps for a death.</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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the snow like the cadaver's table,
the trees turned into knitting needles,
the ground as hard as a frozen haddock,
the pond wearing its mustache of frost.
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