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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Brother and Sister</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path,<br>Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky, <br>Draws towards the downward slope: some sorrow hath<br>Worn her down to the quick, so she faintly fares <br>Along her foot-searched way without knowing why<br>She creeps persistent down the sky’s long stairs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some day they see, though I have never seen, <br>The dead moon heaped within the new moon’s arms; <br>For surely the fragile, fine young thing had been <br>Too heavily burdened to mount the heavens so.<br>But my heart stands still, as a new, strong dread alarms<br>Me; might a young girl be heaped with such shadow of woe?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since Death from the mother moon has pared us down to the quick,<br>And cast us forth like shorn, thin moons, to travel <br>An uncharted way among the myriad thick<br>Strewn stars of silent people, and luminous litter <br>Of lives which sorrows like mischievous dark mice chavel<br>To nought, diminishing each star’s glitter, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since Death has delivered us utterly, naked and white, <br>Since the month of childhood is over, and we stand alone,<br>Since the beloved, faded moon that set us alight <br>Is delivered from us and pays no heed though we moan<br>In sorrow, since we stand in bewilderment, strange <br>And fearful to sally forth down the sky’s long range. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We may not cry to her still to sustain us here,<br>We may not hold her shadow back from the dark. <br>Oh, let us here forget, let us take the sheer <br>Unknown that lies before us, bearing the ark <br>Of the covenant onwards where she cannot go. <br>Let us rise and leave her now, she will never know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Herbert+Lawrence">David Herbert Lawrence</a><div class=q>
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Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky, 
Draws towards the downward slope: some sorrow hath
Worn her down to the quick, so she faintly fares 
Along her foot-searched way without knowing why
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