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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358566" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How Is It That I Am Now So Softly Awakened</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How is it that I am now so softly awakened,<br>My leaves shaken down with music?—<br>Darling, I love you.<br>It is not your mouth, for I have known mouths before,—<br>Though your mouth is more alive than roses,<br>Roses singing softly<br>To green leaves after rain.<br>It is not your eyes, for I have dived often in eyes,—<br>Though your eyes, even in the yellow glare of footlights,<br>Are windows into eternal dusk.<br>Nor is it the live white flashing of your feet,<br>Nor your gay hands, catching at motes in the spotlight;<br>Nor the abrupt thick music of your laughter,<br>When, against the hideous backdrop,<br>With all its crudities brilliantly lighted,<br>Suddenly you catch sight of your alarming shadow,<br>Whirling and contracting.<br>How is it, then, that I am so keenly aware,<br>So sensitive to the surges of the wind, or the light,<br>Heaving silently under blue seas of air?—<br>Darling, I love you, I am immersed in you.<br>It is not the unraveled night-time of your hair,—<br>Though I grow drunk when you press it upon my face:<br>And though when you gloss its length with a golden brush<br>I am strings that tremble under a bow.<br>It was that night I saw you dancing,<br>The whirl and impalpable float of your garment,<br>Your throat lifted, your face aglow<br>(Like waterlilies in moonlight were your knees).<br>It was that night I heard you singing<br>In the green-room after your dance was over,<br>Faint and uneven through the thickness of walls.<br>(How shall I come to you through the dullness of walls,<br>Thrusting aside the hands of bitter opinion?)<br>It was that afternoon, early in June,<br>When, tired with a sleepless night, and my act performed,<br>Feeling as stale as streets,<br>We met under dropping boughs, and you smiled to me:<br>And we sat by a watery surface of clouds and sky.<br>I hear only the susurration of intimate leaves;<br>The stealthy gliding of branches upon slow air.<br>I see only the point of your chin in sunlight;<br>And the sinister blue of sunlight on your hair.<br>The sunlight settles downward upon us in silence.<br>Now we thrust up through grass blades and encounter,<br>Pushing white hands amid the green.<br>Your face flowers whitely among cold leaves.<br>Soil clings to you, bark falls from you,<br>You rouse and stretch upward, exhaling earth, inhaling sky,<br>I touch you, and we drift off together like moons.<br>Earth dips from under.<br>We are alone in an immensity of sunlight,<br>Specks in an infinite golden radiance,<br>Whirled and tossed upon silent cataracts and torrents.<br>Give me your hand darling! We float downward.</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>
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My leaves shaken down with music?—
Darling, I love you.
It is not your mouth, for I have known mouths before,—
Though your mouth is more alive than roses,
Roses singing softly
To green leaves after r..."></div>
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