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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Hospital</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They stood, almost blocking the pavement,<br>As though at a window display;<br>The stretcher was pushed in position,<br>The ambulance started away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Past porches and pavements and people<br>It plunged with its powerful light<br>Through streets in nocturnal confusion<br>Deep into the blackness of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The headlights picked out single faces,<br>Militiamen, stretches of street.<br>The nurse with a smelling-salts phial<br>Was rocked to and fro on her seat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A drain gurgled drearily. Cold rain<br>Was falling. The hospital-clerk<br>Took out a fresh form of admission<br>And filled it in, mark upon mark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They gave him a bed by the entrance;<br>No room in the ward could be found.<br>Strong iodine vapour pervaded<br>The draught from the windows around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His window framed part of the garden,<br>And with it a bit of the sky.<br>The newcomer studied the floorboards,<br>The ward and the objects nearby,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, watching the nurse's expression<br>Of doubt, in her questioning drive,<br>He suddenly knew this adventure<br>Would hardly release him alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, grateful, he turned to the window<br>Behind which the wall, further down,<br>Was breathing like smouldering tinder,<br>Lit up by the glare of the town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, far off the city was glowing<br>All crimson-aflame; in its swell<br>A maple-branch, ragged, was bowing<br>To bid him a silent farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'0 Lord,' he was thinking, 'how perfect<br>Thy works are, how perfect and right;<br>The walls and the beds and the people,<br>This death-night, the city at night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I drink up a sedative potion,<br>And weeping, my handkerchief trace.<br>0 Father, the tears of emotion<br>Prevent me from seeing Thy face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Dim light scarcely touches my bedstead.<br>It gives me such comfort to drift<br>And feel that my life and my lot are<br>Thy priceless and wonderful gift.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'While dying in fading surroundings<br>I feel how Thy hands are ablaze,<br>The hands that have made me and hold me<br>And hide like a ring in a case.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Boris+Pasternak">Boris Pasternak</a><div class=q>
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The ambulance started away.

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It plunged with its powerful light
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