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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367973" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>September 1961</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the year the old ones,<br>the old great ones<br>leave us alone on the road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The road leads to the sea.<br>We have the words in our pockets,<br>obscure directions. The old ones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">have taken away the light of their presence,<br>we see it moving away over a hill<br>off to one side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are not dying,<br>they are withdrawn<br>into a painful privacy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">learning to live without words.<br>E. P. &quot;It looks like dying&quot;-Williams: &quot;I can't<br>describe to you what has been</div><div style="margin:10px 0">happening to me&quot;-<br>H. D. &quot;unable to speak.&quot;<br>The darkness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">twists itself in the wind, the stars<br>are small, the horizon<br>ringed with confused urban light-haze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have told us<br>the road leads to the sea,<br>and given</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the language into our hands.<br>We hear<br>our footsteps each time a truck</div><div style="margin:10px 0">has dazzled past us and gone<br>leaving us new silence.<br>Ine can't reach</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sea on this endless<br>road to the sea unless<br>one turns aside at the end, it seems,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">follows<br>the owl that silently glides above it<br>aslant, back and forth,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and away into deep woods.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But for usthe road<br>unfurls itself, we count the<br>words in our pockets, we wonder</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how it will be without them, we don't<br>stop walking, we know<br>there is far to go, sometimes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we think the night wind carries<br>a smell of the sea...</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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the old great ones
leave us alone on the road.

The road leads to the sea.
We have the words in our pockets,
obscure directions. The old ones

have taken away the light of their presence,
we see it moving away over a..."></div>
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