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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346176" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Letter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have been wondering<br> What you are thinking about, and by now suppose<br>  It is certainly not me.<br> But the crocus is up, and the lark, and the blundering<br>  Blood knows what it knows.<br>It talks to itself all night, like a sliding moonlit sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Of course, it is talking of you.<br> At dawn, where the ocean has netted its catch of lights,<br>  The sun plants one lithe foot<br> On that spill of mirrors, but the blood goes worming through<br>  Its warm Arabian nights,<br>Naming your pounding name again in the dark heart-root.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Who shall, of course, be nameless.<br> Anyway, I should want you to know I have done my best,<br>  As I'm sure you have, too.<br> Others are bound to us, the gentle and blameless<br>  Whose names are not confessed<br>In the ceaseless palaver. My dearest, the clear unquaried blue<br>		<br>  Of those depths is all but blinding.<br> You may remember that once you brought my boys<br>  Two little woolly birds.<br> Yesterday the older one asked for you upon finding		<br>  Your thrush among his toys.<br>And the tides welled about me, and I could find no words.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  There is not much else to tell.<br> One tries one's best to continue as before,<br>  Doing some little good.<br> But I would have you know that all is not well<br>  With a man dead set to ignore<br>The endless repetitions of his own murmurous blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anthony+Evan+Hecht">Anthony Evan Hecht</a><div class=q>
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 What you are thinking about, and by now suppose
  It is certainly not me.
 But the crocus is up, and the lark, and the blundering
  Blood knows what it knows.
It talks to itself all night, like a sliding moonlit sea.

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