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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ice Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Cap de Hault to Frenchman's Lease<br>Lies seven miles of moving ice, <br>A lady comes there once or twice a year<br>To view that precipice.<br>The glacier, that tortuously <br>Grinds along that deep moraine<br>Is known to all as 'Adam's Fault', <br>And Eve despairs the bleak terrain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eve Grise de Mare du Montalban<br>The countess from her place of fame, <br>Who played coquettish with her fan<br>When first to Adam's Fault she came.<br>Gervase and I both courted Eve<br>But she played him, and then played me, <br>The contest was uneven, for<br>Gervase was old nobility.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We both enjoyed a hearty climb<br>And took our contest to the 'Fault', <br>Who first would conquer Frenchman's Lease<br>And reach the peak, should win it all; <br>The right to ask the lady's hand, <br>To claim the prize of her by right, <br>The loser, then, would quit the scene, <br>Would disappear him, overnight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day was cold, a storm was due, <br>We set out with our picks and rope, <br>The ice was clear as rippled glass<br>As we ascended up the slope.<br>We'd made three of the seven miles<br>Before the storm burst over us, <br>Gervase was slightly in the lead<br>But stopped beside the Fault to rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The glacier was close beside<br>When I pulled up to shelter, then<br>A crevice, fifteen metres wide<br>Had opened up, quite close to him.<br>Gervase half turned, the blinding sleet<br>Reduced our vision down to naught, <br>He sought direction with his feet<br>And pitched head first into the Fault. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The depth seemed bottomless, I heard<br>Eventually, a distant thud, <br>Gervase had hit the glacier floor<br>And I was certain he was dead.<br>The storm, in one short hour had flown, <br>I turned and headed down again<br>To summon help, but he was gone; <br>I never saw Gervase again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A year had passed, I asked my Eve<br>Her hand in marriage, and she wept; <br>I knew she loved Gervase, not me, <br>But he had gone… She would accept; <br>On one condition, that we two<br>Would journey back to Adam's Fault<br>Each year, until the glacier<br>Delivered up its grisly vault.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had agreed, for then I knew<br>How slow the glacial ice would flow, <br>To bring that body down the Fault<br>Might take a hundred years or so.<br>But warming of the planet's face, <br>In recent years, increased its speed, <br>Though forty seven years had passed<br>Gervase would surface soon, indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last season, workers on the slopes<br>Had claimed to see a darkened shape<br>Deep in the ice at Cap de Hault, <br>But too deep to negotiate.<br>My mouth went dry, and I perspired<br>To think of that unholy hour<br>When Eve would see her love, Gervase<br>And set that love, again, on fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This year, I begged her not to go: <br>'We're getting old, too old for this, '<br>I pleaded, but her mouth was set: <br>'We must be there for our Gervase! '<br>A week went by, and then the call: <br>'A man lies underneath the ice, <br>We see him clear, ' the worker said, <br>'He's staring, looking up at us! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Eve and I walked up the slope<br>To see Gervase, entombed in ice, <br>He looked much as I'd left him there, <br>Eve sighed and wept: 'My poor Gervase! '<br>'He's just a boy! ' she sobbed, and looked<br>Surprised he wasn't old, like us, <br>The world had aged, and so had we<br>But he had travelled with less fuss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so I'm back, have locked our room<br>And left Eve to her love, Gervase, <br>I have a need to write my gloom<br>Before they take him from that place, <br>For when they pull that body free<br>From fifty years of shifting ice, <br>She'll see what she's not meant to see<br>Emerge from that old precipice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when they roll him from his bed<br>While Eve looks on, remembering, <br>I'll long have left this place of dread, <br>One bullet, swift, dismembering, <br>Will leave no pain, no guilt behind<br>Unlike the corpse of her Gervase, <br>Unlike the ice pick in his spine…<br>The shock and horror, on her face! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">22 April 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Lies seven miles of moving ice, 
A lady comes there once or twice a year
To view that precipice.
The glacier, that tortuously 
Grinds along that deep moraine
Is known to all as 'Adam's Fault', 
And Eve despai..."></div>
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