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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374574" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Exiled</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Searching my heart for its true sorrow,<br>This is the thing I find to be:<br>That I am weary of words and people,<br>Sick of the city, wanting the sea;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness<br>Of the strong wind and shattered spray;<br>Wanting the loud sound and the soft sound<br>Of the big surf that breaks all day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Always before about my dooryard,<br>Marking the reach of the winter sea,<br>Rooted in sand and dragging drift-wood,<br>Straggled the purple wild sweet-pea;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Always I climbed the wave at morning,<br>Shook the sand from my shoes at night,<br>That now am caught beneath great buildings,<br>Stricken with noise, confused with light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I could hear the green piles groaning<br>Under the windy wooden piers,<br>See once again the bobbing barrels,<br>And the black sticks that fence the weirs,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I could see the weedy mussels<br>Crusting the wrecked and rotting hulls,<br>Hear once again the hungry crying<br>Overhead, of the wheeling gulls,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Feel once again the shanty straining<br>Under the turning of the tide,<br>Fear once again the rising freshet,<br>Dread the bell in the fog outside,&mdash;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I should be happy,&mdash;that was happy<br>All day long on the coast of Maine!<br>I have a need to hold and handle<br>Shells and anchors and ships again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I should be happy, that am happy<br>Never at all since I came here.<br>I am too long away from water.<br>I have a need of water near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edna+St.+Vincent+Millay">Edna St. Vincent Millay</a><div class=q>
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This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea;

Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness
Of the strong wind and shattered spray;
Wanting the loud sound and..."></div>
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