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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mating</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind, <br>The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky, <br>And see, where the budding hazels are thinned,<br> The wild anemones lie <br>In undulating shivers beneath the wind.<br> <br>Over the blue of the waters ply <br>White ducks, a living flotilla of cloud; <br>And, look you, floating just thereby, <br> The blue-gleamed drake stems proud <br>Like Abraham, whose seed should multiply.<br> <br>In the lustrous gleam of the water, there <br>Scramble seven toads across the silk, obscure leaves,<br>Seven toads that meet in the dusk to share <br> The darkness that interweaves <br>The sky and earth and water and live things everywhere.<br> <br>Look now, through the woods where the beech-green spurts<br>Like a storm of emerald snow, look, see<br> A great bay stallion dances, skirts <br> The bushes sumptuously, <br>Going outward now in the spring to his brief deserts.<br> <br>Ah love, with your rich, warm face aglow, <br>What sudden expectation opens you <br> So wide as you watch the catkins blow <br> Their dust from the birch on the blue <br>Lift of the pulsing wind—ah, tell me you know!<br> <br>Ah, surely! Ah, sure from the golden sun <br>A quickening, masculine gleam floats in to all<br> Us creatures, people and flowers undone, <br> Lying open under his thrall, <br>As he begets the year in us. What, then, would you shun?<br> <br>Why, I should think that from the earth there fly <br>Fine thrills to the neighbour stars, fine yellow beams<br> Thrown lustily off from our full-blown, high <br> Bursting globe of dreams, <br>To quicken the spheres that are virgin still in the sky.<br> <br>Do you not hear each morsel thrill <br>With joy at travelling to plant itself within <br> The expectant one, therein to instil <br> New rapture, new shape to win, <br>From the thick of life wake up another will?<br> <br>Surely, and if that I would spill <br>The vivid, ah, the fiery surplus of life, <br> From off my brimming measure, to fill <br> You, and flush you rife <br>With increase, do you call it evil, and always evil?</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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The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky, 
And see, where the budding hazels are thinned,
 The wild anemones lie 
In undulating shivers beneath the wind.
 
Over the blue of the waters ply 
White duck..."></div>
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