<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Annihilation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the blue noon above us arches,<br>And the poplar sheds disconsolate leaves,<br>Tell me again why love bewitches,<br>And what love gives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the trembling finger that traces<br>The eyebrow’s curve, the curve of the cheek?<br>The mouth that quivers, when the hand caresses,<br>But cannot speak?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, not these, not in these is hidden<br>The secret, more than in other things:<br>Not only the touch of a hand can gladden<br>Till the blood sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the leaf that falls between us,<br>The bells that murmur, the shadows that move,<br>The autumnal sunlight that fades upon us:<br>These things are love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the ‘No, let us sit here longer,’<br>The ‘Wait till tomorrow,’ the ‘Once I knew —’<br>These trifles, said as I touch your finger,<br>And the clock strikes two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world is intricate, and we are nothing.<br>It is the complex world of grass,<br>A twig on the path, a look of loathing,<br>Feelings that pass —</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These are the secret! And I could hate you,<br>When, as I lean for another kiss,<br>I see in your eyes that I do not meet you,<br>And that love is this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rock meeting rock can know love better<br>Than eyes that stare or lips that touch.<br>All that we know in love is bitter,<br>And it is not much.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Conrad+Potter+Aiken">Conrad Potter Aiken</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=358547" data-title="Annihilation de Conrad Potter Aiken" data-description="While the blue noon above us arches, And the poplar sheds disconsolate leaves, Tell me again why love bewitches, And what love gives. It is the trembling finger that traces The eyebrow’s curve, the curve of the cheek? The mouth that quivers, wh..."></div> </div> </div>

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