<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Ask You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What scene would I want to be enveloped in<br>more than this one,<br>an ordinary night at the kitchen table,<br>floral wallpaper pressing in,<br>white cabinets full of glass,<br>the telephone silent,<br>a pen tilted back in my hand?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It gives me time to think<br>about all that is going on outside--<br>leaves gathering in corners,<br>lichen greening the high grey rocks,<br>while over the dunes the world sails on,<br>huge, ocean-going, history bubbling in its wake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But beyond this table<br>there is nothing that I need,<br>not even a job that would allow me to row to work,<br>or a coffee-colored Aston Martin DB4<br>with cracked green leather seats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, it's all here,<br>the clear ovals of a glass of water,<br>a small crate of oranges, a book on Stalin,<br>not to mention the odd snarling fish<br>in a frame on the wall,<br>and the way these three candles--<br>each a different height--<br>are singing in perfect harmony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So forgive me<br>if I lower my head now and listen<br>to the short bass candle as he takes a solo<br>while my heart<br>thrums under my shirt--<br>frog at the edge of a pond--<br>and my thoughts fly off to a province<br>made of one enormous sky<br>and about a million empty branches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Billy+Collins">Billy Collins</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=351262" data-title="I Ask You de Billy Collins" data-description="What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, floral wallpaper pressing in, white cabinets full of glass, the telephone silent, a pen tilted back in my hand? It gives me time to think about..."></div> </div> </div>

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