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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350887" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>sligo dream of Lorca</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dream of lorca <br>as the hills are lit by dawn.<br>The Sligo landscape into view, <br>the farmers wife with porridge<br>the breakfast makes.<br>The farmers early breakfasting<br>for sheep hills to be tended, <br>the cows awaken in the dawn, <br>the son in Boston breaks the<br>mother distant heart, <br>the field yields slow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The outline of the trees, <br>seen at night as shadow, <br>into life will come at day, <br>as Lorca dies beneath the blows<br>as Christ three times he falls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he falls the frosted dawn, <br>the yearning pining of the sligo<br>hill comes into view beneath <br>the slow sun start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dream of lorca as he falls beneath<br>the blow of ignorance, beneath <br>the meadow copse and field of Spain.<br>Though vines cry and grapes bleed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And green is the land, <br>where to school by the gate he would have passed<br>to learning, <br>and the farmer eats the toast and egg, <br>the day is cast, <br>and into shape the dream emerges<br>from the falling down, <br>the falling down of Lorca, <br>in another place <br>brings in the light of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bernard+Kennedy">Bernard Kennedy</a><div class=q>
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as the hills are lit by dawn.
The Sligo landscape into view, 
the farmers wife with porridge
the breakfast makes.
The farmers early breakfasting
for sheep hills to be tended, 
the cows awaken in the dawn, 
the son in Boston break..."></div>
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