<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Memory Of Col. Charles Young</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the shore the tall thin grass,<br>That fringes that dark river,<br>While sinuously soft feet pass<br>Beings to bleed and quiver.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The great dark voice breaks with a sob<br>Across the womb of night;<br>Above your grave, the tom-toms throb<br>And the hills are weird with light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The great dark beast is like a well<br>Drained bitter by the sky,<br>And all the honeyed lies they tell<br>Come there to thirst and die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No lie is strong enough to kill<br>The roots that work below,<br>From your rich dust and slaughtered will<br>A tree with tongues shall grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Countee+Cullen">Countee Cullen</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=359107" data-title="In Memory Of Col. Charles Young de Countee Cullen" data-description="Along the shore the tall thin grass, That fringes that dark river, While sinuously soft feet pass Beings to bleed and quiver. The great dark voice breaks with a sob Across the womb of night; Above your grave, the tom-toms throb And the hills are ..."></div> </div> </div>

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