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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Stake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dig was held at Sozopol<br>Beside the Black Sea shore, <br>Where Iskra Angelova <br>Came parading, past my door.<br>She asked me, was I Stevens, <br>From the Bramling Institute? <br>But my eyes were full of lips and hair, <br>And so I sat there, mute! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had those Slavic cheekbones<br>And those bright, wide honeyed eyes, <br>And a smile that told my fortune, <br>Partly truth, but mostly lies, <br>And I knew we'd be together<br>While we foraged at the site, <br>So I smiled at her in greeting, <br>And her eyes beamed in delight! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘I'm glad you're so much younger<br>Than that pesky Androvich, <br>He's a fusty Russian scholar, <br>Dull as water in a ditch! '<br>And she laughed, we laughed together<br>For I knew just what she meant, <br>Though her English wasn't perfect<br>She could hold an argument! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through the days and weeks that followed<br>Digging dirt and sifting bones, <br>In that medieval churchyard<br>Full of grief and standing stones, <br>We worked side by side together<br>In the graves, and touching hands, <br>Me, the western anthropologist<br>And her, from eastern lands! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the first kiss was much sweeter<br>Than of any I had known, <br>And we struggled in the darkness<br>Of my room, once left alone, <br>For her appetite, voracious, <br>Was demanding to the core, <br>As she wrapped herself around me<br>I would dread her whispered: ‘More! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was tired and not quite with it<br>When we came upon a sight<br>That had Iskra sitting, trembling, <br>She crossed herself in fright, <br>For the skeleton beneath us<br>Had a stake right through the heart, <br>So I knelt, and then unthinking<br>Grabbed the stake, pulled it apart! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She went white, jumped up crazy, screamed: <br>‘You don't know what you've done! '<br>As a cloud, way up above us<br>Moved, and blotted out the sun, <br>While I sat bemused and staring<br>At the iron stake I held, <br>It was rusted, red with ochre<br>Or with blood - I couldn't tell! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Androvich came over<br>And he grunted, and he moaned: <br>‘You're not to touch not anything<br>Until I've seen, ' he groaned.<br>‘Just give me…! ' and he snatched<br>The rusty stake from out my hand, <br>‘You westerners know nothing<br>Of the peoples in this land! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night I watched as Iskra<br>Wandered out along the beach, <br>I knew that I'd done something<br>That had put her out of reach, <br>She wouldn't listen to me<br>Or respond to what I said, <br>But then she turned toward me: <br>‘You have gone and raised the dead! ''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘It's only superstition, ' I began, <br>But then she cried, <br>And went off to her room and<br>Locked the door, left me outside, <br>I heard the passage door creak open, <br>Then an awful shriek…<br>I found Professor Androvich<br>Next morning, on the beach! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His throat was torn and mangled, <br>Though there wasn't any blood, <br>His face pale white and shaken, <br>But one thing I understood, <br>The stake that he had taken, now<br>Was thrust - it made me wince! <br>But Iskra, she was nowhere, <br>And I haven't seen her since! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">6 June 2012</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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Beside the Black Sea shore, 
Where Iskra Angelova 
Came parading, past my door.
She asked me, was I Stevens, 
From the Bramling Institute? 
But my eyes were full of lips and hair, 
And so I sat there, mute! 

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