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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364125" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Snake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A snake came to my water-trough<br>On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, <br>To drink there.<br>In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree<br>I came down the steps with my pitcher<br>And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before<br>me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom<br>And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of<br>the stone trough<br>And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,<br>And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,<br>He sipped with his straight mouth,<br>Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body, <br>Silently.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Someone was before me at my water-trough,<br>And I, like a second comer, waiting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,<br>And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,<br>And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment, <br>And stooped and drank a little more,<br>Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth <br>On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.<br>The voice of my education said to me<br>He must be killed,<br>For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold are venomous.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And voices in me said, If you were a man<br>You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But must I confess how I liked him,<br>How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough<br>And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,<br>Into the burning bowels of this earth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him? Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him? Was it humility, to feel so honoured?<br>I felt so honoured.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet those voices:<br>If you were not afraid, you would kill him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid, But even so, honoured still more<br>That he should seek my hospitality<br>From out the dark door of the secret earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He drank enough <br>And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken, <br>And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black, <br>Seeming to lick his lips,<br>And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,<br>And slowly turned his head,<br>And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream,<br>Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round<br>And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,<br>And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered farther, <br>A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole,<br>Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after,<br>Overcame me now his back was turned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked round, I put down my pitcher, <br>I picked up a clumsy log<br>And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think it did not hit him,<br>But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste.<br>Writhed like lightning, and was gone <br>Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front, <br>At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And immediately I regretted it.<br>I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act!<br>I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I thought of the albatross<br>And I wished he would come back, my snake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For he seemed to me again like a king,<br>Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,<br>Now due to be crowned again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords<br>Of life.<br>And I have something to expiate:<br>A pettiness.</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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On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, 
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there ..."></div>
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