<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358558" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Exile</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These hills are sandy. Trees are dwarfed here. Crows<br>Caw dismally in skies of an arid brilliance,<br>Complain in dusty pine-trees. Yellow daybreak<br>Lights on the long brown slopes a frost-like dew,<br>Dew as heavy as rain; the rabbit tracks<br>Show sharply in it, as they might in snow.<br>But it’s soon gone in the sun — what good does it do?<br>The houses, on the slope, or among brown trees,<br>Are grey and shrivelled. And the men who live here<br>Are small and withered, spider-like, with large eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring water with you if you come to live here —<br>Cold tinkling cisterns, or else wells so deep<br>That one looks down to Ganges or Himalayas.<br>Yes, and bring mountains with you, white, moon-bearing,<br>Mountains of ice. You will have need of these<br>Profundities and peaks of wet and cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bring also, in a cage of wire or osier,<br>Birds of a golden colour, who will sing<br>Of leaves that do not wither, watery fruits<br>That heavily hang on long melodious boughs<br>In the blue-silver forests of deep valleys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have now been here — how many years? Years unnumbered.<br>My hands grow clawlike. My eyes are large and starved.<br>I brought no bird with me, I have no cistern<br>Where I might find the moon, or river, or snow.<br>Some day, for lack of these, I’ll spin a web<br>Between two dusty pine-tree tops, and hang there<br>Face downward, like a spider, blown as lightly<br>As ghost of leaf. Crows will caw about me.<br>Morning and evening I shall drink the dew.</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=358558" data-title="Exile de Conrad Potter Aiken" data-description="These hills are sandy. Trees are dwarfed here. Crows Caw dismally in skies of an arid brilliance, Complain in dusty pine-trees. Yellow daybreak Lights on the long brown slopes a frost-like dew, Dew as heavy as rain; the rabbit tracks Show sharply ..."></div> </div> </div>

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