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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Billet-Doux</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She reads by the light of a guttering candle<br>and likes the feel of each page's gilt edge<br>as she lifts it slightly at the corner, readying</div><div style="margin:10px 0">herself to turn it. If the wind whips<br>the sycamore branches outside her window,<br>if her nightgowned shoulders shudder once</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from a sudden chill, so much the better,<br>and the book must tell of children toiling<br>for bread and pennies in a textile mill,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or tender brothers doomed to sharpen<br>their bayonets in opposing armies,<br>or a family of refugees, dust</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in their mouths, gazing with longing at the far<br>shore of a river. And I long only<br>to be the author of that book she reads</div><div style="margin:10px 0">whose page glows from the same dim<br>flame that illuminates her face,<br>the author whose thought she contemplates</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as she touches a fingertip to a word<br>to mark her place and turns her head<br>toward the kettle that has begun to whistle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chris+Forhan">Chris Forhan</a><div class=q>
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