<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352765" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Swifts (2)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At twilight the swifts have no power,<br>to hold back that pale blue coolness.<br>It bursts from throats, a clamour<br>an outpour that can’t grow less.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The swifts have no way, high<br>up there, overhead, of restraining<br>their clarion cries: ‘O, triumph,<br>see, see, how the earth’s receding!’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like steam from a boiling kettle,<br>the furious flow rushes by –<br>‘See, see – no space for the earth<br>between the ravine and the sky.’</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=352765" data-title="Swifts (2) de Boris Pasternak" data-description="At twilight the swifts have no power, to hold back that pale blue coolness. It bursts from throats, a clamour an outpour that can’t grow less. The swifts have no way, high up there, overhead, of restraining their clarion cries: ‘O, triumph, s..."></div> </div> </div>

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