<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Encounter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.<br>A red wing rose in the darkness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And suddenly a hare ran across the road.<br>One of us pointed to it with his hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That was long ago.Today neither of them is alive,<br>Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my love, where are they, where are they going<br>The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.<br>I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Czeslaw+Milosz">Czeslaw Milosz</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=360086" data-title="Encounter de Czeslaw Milosz" data-description="We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. And suddenly a hare ran across the road. One of us pointed to it with his hand. That was long ago.Today neither of them is alive, Not the hare, nor the man..."></div> </div> </div>

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