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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352732" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Marburg</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I quivered. I flared up, and then was extinguished. <br>I shook. I had made a proposal - but late, <br>Too late. I was scared, and she had refused me. <br>I pity her tears, am more blessed than a saint. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stepped into the square. I could be counted <br>Among the twice-born. Every leaf on the lime, <br>Every brick was alive, caring nothing for me, <br>And reared up to take leave for the last time. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The paving-stones glowed and the street's brow was swarthy, <br>From under their lids the cobbles looked grim, <br>Scowled up at the sky, and the wind like a boatman <br>Was rowing through limes. And each was an emblem. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be that as it may, I avoided their glances, <br>Averted my gaze from their greeting or scowling. <br>I wanted no news of their getting and spending. <br>I had to get out, so as not to start howling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tiles were afloat, and an unblinking noon <br>Regarded the rooftops. And someone, somewhere <br>In Marburg, was whistling, at work on a crossbow, <br>And someone else dressing for the Trinity fair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Devouring the clouds, the sand showed yellow, <br>A storm wind was rocking the bushes to and fro, <br>And the sky had congealed where it touched a sprig <br>Of woundwort that staunched its flow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like any rep Romeo hugging his tragedy, <br>I reeled through the city rehearsing you. <br>I carried you all that day, knew you by heart <br>From the comb in your hair to the foot in your shoe. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when in your room I fell to my knees, <br>Embracing this mist, this perfection of frost <br>(How lovely you are!), this smothering turbulence, <br>What were you thinking? 'Be sensible!' Lost! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here lived Martin Luther. The Brothers Grimm, there. <br>And all things remember and reach out to them: <br>The sharp-taloned roofs. The gravestones. The trees. <br>And each is alive. And each is an emblem. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall not go tomorrow. Refusal - <br>More final than parting. We're quits. áll is clear. <br>And if I abandon the streetlamps, the banks - <br>Old pavingstones, what will become of me here? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mist on all sides will unpack its bags, <br>In both windows will hang up a moon. <br>And melancholy will slide over the books <br>And settle with one on the ottoman. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then why am I scared? Insomnia I know <br>Like grammar, by heart. I have grown used to that. <br>In line with the four square panes of my window <br>Dawn will lay out her diaphanous mat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nights now sit down to play chess with me <br>Where ivory moonlight chequers the floor. <br>It smells of acacia, the windows are open,<br>And passion, a grey witness, stands by the door. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poplar is king. I play with insomnia. <br>The queen is a nightingale I can hear calling. <br>I reach for the nightingale. And the night wins. <br>The pieces make way for the white face of morning.</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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I shook. I had made a proposal - but late, 
Too late. I was scared, and she had refused me. 
I pity her tears, am more blessed than a saint. 

I stepped into the square. I could be counted 
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