<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352776" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Swifts (1)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The swifts have no strength any more to retain, <br>To check the light-blue evening coolness. <br>It burst from their breasts, from their throats, under strain <br>And flows out of hand in its fullness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is not a thing that could stop them, up there, <br>From shrilly, exultedly crying, <br>Exclaiming: The earth has made off to nowhere, <br>O look! It has vanished - O triumph! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As cauldrons of water are ended in steam <br>When quarrelsome bubbles are rising - <br>Look - there is no room for the earth - from the seam <br>Of the gorge to the drawn-out horizon!</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=352776" data-title="The Swifts (1) de Boris Pasternak" data-description="The swifts have no strength any more to retain, To check the light-blue evening coolness. It burst from their breasts, from their throats, under strain And flows out of hand in its fullness. There is not a thing that could stop them, up there..."></div> </div> </div>

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