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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367949" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From the Roof</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&n bsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;animal vines twisting over the line and<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;slapping my face lightly, soundless merriment<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in the gesticulations of shirtsleeves,<br>I recall out of my joy a night of misery</div><div style="margin:10px 0">walking in the dark and the wind over broken earth,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nb sp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;halfmade foundations and unfinished<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp ;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;drainage trenches and the spaced-out<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp ;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;circles of glaring light<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbs p;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;marking streets that were to be<br>walking with you but so far from you, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now alone in October's <br>first decision towards winter, so close to you--<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbs p;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;my arms full of playful rebellious linen, a freighter<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;going down-river two blocks away, outward bound,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nb sp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the green wolf-eyes of the Harborside Terminal<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;& nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&n bsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;glittering on the Jersey shore,<br>and a train somewhere under ground bringing you towards me<br>to our new living-place from which we can see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a river and its traffic (the Hudson and the<br>hidden river, who can say which it is we see, we see<br>something of both. Or who can say<br>the crippled broom-vendor yesterday, who passed<br>just as we needed a new broom, was not<br>one of the Hidden Ones?)<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nb sp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Crates of fruit are unloading<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;across the street on the cobbles,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;& nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and a brazier flaring<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&n bsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to warm the men and burn trash. He wished us<br>luck when we bought the broom. But not luck <br>brought us here. By design</div><div style="margin:10px 0">clean air and cold wind polish <br>the river lights, by design<br>we are to live now in a new place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denise+Levertov">Denise Levertov</a><div class=q>
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