<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352748" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Parting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A man is standing in the hall<br>His house not recognizing.<br>Her sudden leaving was a flight,<br>Herself, maybe, surprising.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chaos reigning in the room<br>He does not try to master.<br>His tears and headache hide in gloom<br>The extent of his disaster.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His ears are ringing all day long<br>As though he has been drinking.<br>And why is it that all the time<br>Of waves he keeps on thinking?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When frosty window-panes blank out<br>The world of light and motion,<br>Despair and grief are doubly like<br>The desert of the ocean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was as dear to him, as close<br>In all her ways and features,<br>As is the seashore to the wave,<br>The ocean to the beaches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As over rushes, after storm<br>The swell of water surges,<br>Into the deepness of his soul<br>Her memory submerges.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In years of strife, in times which were<br>Unthinkable to live in,<br>Upon a wave of destiny<br>To him she had been driven,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through countless obstacles, and past<br>All dangers never-ended,<br>The wave had carried, carried her,<br>Till close to him she'd landed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, so suddenly, she'd left.<br>What power overrode them?<br>The parting will destroy them both,<br>The grief bone-deep corrode them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He looks around him. On the floor<br>In frantic haste she'd scattered<br>The contents of the cupboard, scraps<br>Of stuff, her sewing patterns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wanders through deserted rooms<br>And tidies up for hours;<br>Till darkness falls he folds away<br>Her things into the drawers;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And pricks his finger on a pin<br>In her unfinished sewing,<br>And sees the whole of her again,<br>And silent tears come flowing.</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> <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=352748" data-title="Parting de Boris Pasternak" data-description="A man is standing in the hall His house not recognizing. Her sudden leaving was a flight, Herself, maybe, surprising. The chaos reigning in the room He does not try to master. His tears and headache hide in gloom The extent of his disaster. His ..."></div> </div> </div>

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