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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345519" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where I Live in This Honorable House of the Laurel Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I live in my wooden legs and O <br>my green green hands. <br>Too late <br>to wish I had not run from you, Apollo, <br>blood moves still in my bark bound veins. <br>I, who ran nymph foot to foot in flight, <br>have only this late desire to arm the trees <br>I lie within. The measure that I have lost <br>silks my pulse. Each century the trickeries <br>of need pain me everywhere. <br>Frost taps my skin and I stay glossed <br>in honor for you are gone in time. The air <br>rings for you, for that astonishing rite <br>of my breathing tent undone within your light. <br>I only know how untimely lust has tossed <br>flesh at the wind forever and moved my fears <br>toward the intimate Rome of myth we crossed. <br>I am a fist of my unease <br>as I spill toward the stars in the empty years. <br>I build the air with the crown of honor; it keys <br>my out of time and luckless appetite. <br>You gave me honor too soon, Apollo. <br>There is no one left who understands <br>how I wait <br>here in my wooden legs and O <br>my green green 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> <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=345519" data-title="Where I Live in This Honorable House of the Laurel Tree de Anne Sexton" data-description="I live in my wooden legs and O my green green hands. Too late to wish I had not run from you, Apollo, blood moves still in my bark bound veins. I, who ran nymph foot to foot in flight, have only this late desire to arm the trees I lie withi..."></div> </div> </div>
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