<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memorial</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your body was a sacred cell always, <br>A jewel that grew dull in garish light, <br>An opal which beneath my wondering gaze <br>Gleamed rarely, softly throbbing in the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I touched your flesh with reverential hands, <br>For you were sweet and timid like a flower <br>That blossoms out of barren tropic sands, <br>Shedding its perfume in one golden hour. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You yielded to my touch with gentle grace, <br>And though my passion was a mighty wave <br>That buried you beneath its strong embrace, <br>You were yet happy in the moment's grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still more than passion consummate to me, <br>More than the nuptials immemorial sung, <br>Was the warm thrill that melted me to see <br>Your clean brown body, beautiful and young; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The joy in your maturity at length, <br>The peace that filled my soul like cooling wine, <br>When you responded to my tender strength, <br>And pressed your heart exulting into mine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall I with such memories of you <br>In coarser forms of love fruition find? <br>No, I would rather like a ghost pursue <br>The fairy phantoms of my lonely mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claude+McKay">Claude McKay</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=358157" data-title="Memorial de Claude McKay" data-description="Your body was a sacred cell always, A jewel that grew dull in garish light, An opal which beneath my wondering gaze Gleamed rarely, softly throbbing in the night. I touched your flesh with reverential hands, For you were sweet and timid like..."></div> </div> </div>

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