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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381310" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bokardo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, Bokardo, here we are; <br>Make yourself at home. <br>Look around—you haven’t far <br>To look—and why be dumb? <br>Not the place that used to be,<br>Not so many things to see; <br>But there’s room for you and me. <br>And you—you’ve come. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Talk a little; or, if not, <br>Show me with a sign<br>Why it was that you forgot <br>What was yours and mine. <br>Friends, I gather, are small things <br>In an age when coins are kings; <br>Even at that, one hardly flings<br>Friends before swine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rather strong? I knew as much, <br>For it made you speak. <br>No offense to swine, as such, <br>But why this hide-and-seek?<br>You have something on your side, <br>And you wish you might have died, <br>So you tell me. And you tried <br>One night last week? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You tried hard? And even then<br>Found a time to pause? <br>When you try as hard again, <br>You’ll have another cause. <br>When you find yourself at odds <br>With all dreamers of all gods,<br>You may smite yourself with rods— <br>But not the laws. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though they seem to show a spite <br>Rather devilish, <br>They move on as with a might<br>Stronger than your wish. <br>Still, however strong they be, <br>They bide man’s authority: <br>Xerxes, when he flogged the sea, <br>May’ve scared a fish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s a comfort, if you like, <br>To keep honor warm, <br>But as often as you strike <br>The laws, you do no harm. <br>To the laws, I mean. To you—<br>That’s another point of view, <br>One you may as well indue <br>With some alarm. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not the most heroic face <br>To present, I grant;<br>Nor will you insure disgrace <br>By fearing what you want. <br>Freedom has a world of sides, <br>And if reason once derides <br>Courage, then your courage hides<br>A deal of cant. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Learn a little to forget <br>Life was once a feast; <br>You aren’t fit for dying yet, <br>So don’t be a beast.<br>Few men with a mind will say, <br>Thinking twice, that they can pay <br>Half their debts of yesterday, <br>Or be released. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s a debt now on your mind<br>More than any gold? <br>And there’s nothing you can find <br>Out there in the cold? <br>Only—what’s his name?—Remorse? <br>And Death riding on his horse?<br>Well, be glad there’s nothing worse <br>Than you have told. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leave Remorse to warm his hands <br>Outside in the rain. <br>As for Death, he understands,<br>And he will come again. <br>Therefore, till your wits are clear, <br>Flourish and be quiet—here. <br>But a devil at each ear <br>Will be a strain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Past a doubt they will indeed, <br>More than you have earned. <br>I say that because you need <br>Ablution, being burned? <br>Well, if you must have it so,<br>Your last flight went rather low. <br>Better say you had to know <br>What you have learned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that’s over. Here you are, <br>Battered by the past.<br>Time will have his little scar, <br>But the wound won’t last. <br>Nor shall harrowing surprise <br>Find a world without its eyes <br>If a star fades when the skies<br>Are overcast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">God knows there are lives enough, <br>Crushed, and too far gone <br>Longer to make sermons of, <br>And those we leave alone.<br>Others, if they will, may rend <br>The worn patience of a friend <br>Who, though smiling, sees the end, <br>With nothing done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But your fervor to be free<br>Fled the faith it scorned; <br>Death demands a decency <br>Of you, and you are warned. <br>But for all we give we get <br>Mostly blows? Don’t be upset;<br>You, Bokardo, are not yet <br>Consumed or mourned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’ll be falling into view <br>Much to rearrange; <br>And there’ll be a time for you<br>To marvel at the change. <br>They that have the least to fear <br>Question hardest what is here; <br>When long-hidden skies are clear, <br>The stars look strange.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</a><div class=q>
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Make yourself at home. 
Look around—you haven’t far 
To look—and why be dumb? 
Not the place that used to be,
Not so many things to see; 
But there’s room for you and me. 
And you—you’ve come. 

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