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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355392" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the Road to the Sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We passed each other, turned and stopped for half an hour, then went our way,<br>I who make other women smile did not make you--<br>But no man can move mountains in a day.<br>So this hard thing is yet to do. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But first I want your life:--before I die I want to see<br>The world that lies behind the strangeness of your eyes,<br>There is nothing gay or green there for my gathering, it may be,<br>Yet on brown fields there lies<br>A haunting purple bloom: is there not something in grey skies<br>And in grey sea?<br>I want what world there is behind your eyes,<br>I want your life and you will not give it me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, if I look, I see you walking down the years,<br>Young, and through August fields--a face, a thought, a swinging dream<br>perched on a stile--;<br>I would have liked (so vile we are!) to have taught you tears<br>But most to have made you smile.<br>To-day is not enough or yesterday: God sees it all--<br>Your length on sunny lawns, the wakeful rainy nights--; tell me--;<br>(how vain to ask), but it is not a question--just a call--;<br>Show me then, only your notched inches climbing up the garden wall,<br>I like you best when you are small. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is this a stupid thing to say<br>Not having spent with you one day?<br>No matter; I shall never touch your hair<br>Or hear the little tick behind your breast,<br>Still it is there,<br>And as a flying bird<br>Brushes the branches where it may not rest<br>I have brushed your hand and heard<br>The child in you: I like that best<br>So small, so dark, so sweet; and were you also then too grave and wise?<br>Always I think. Then put your far off little hand in mine;--<br>Oh! let it rest;<br>I will not stare into the early world beyond the opening eyes,<br>Or vex or scare what I love best.<br>But I want your life before mine bleeds away--<br>Here--not in heavenly hereafters--soon,--<br>I want your smile this very afternoon,<br>(The last of all my vices, pleasant people used to say,<br>I wanted and I sometimes got--the Moon!) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You know, at dusk, the last bird's cry,<br>And round the house the flap of the bat's low flight,<br>Trees that go black against the sky<br>And then--how soon the night! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No shadow of you on any bright road again,<br>And at the darkening end of this--what voice? whose kiss? As if you'd say!<br>It is not I who have walked with you, it will not be I who take away<br>Peace, peace, my little handful of the gleaner's grain<br>From your reaped fields at the shut of day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peace! Would you not rather die<br>Reeling,--with all the cannons at your ear?<br>So, at least, would I,<br>And I may not be here<br>To-night, to-morrow morning or next year.<br>Still I will let you keep your life a little while,<br>See dear?<br>I have made you smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Mary+Mew">Charlotte Mary Mew</a><div class=q>
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I who make other women smile did not make you--
But no man can move mountains in a day.
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