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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nimmo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since you remember Nimmo, and arrive <br>At such a false and florid and far drawn <br>Confusion of odd nonsense, I connive <br>No longer, though I may have led you on. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So much is told and heard and told again,<br>So many with his legend are engrossed, <br>That I, more sorry now than I was then, <br>May live on to be sorry for his ghost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You knew him, and you must have known his eyes,— <br>How deep they were, and what a velvet light<br>Came out of them when anger or surprise, <br>Or laughter, or Francesca, made them bright. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, you will not forget such eyes, I think,— <br>And you say nothing of them. Very well. <br>I wonder if all history’s worth a wink,<br>Sometimes, or if my tale be one to tell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For they began to lose their velvet light; <br>Their fire grew dead without and small within; <br>And many of you deplored the needless fight <br>That somewhere in the dark there must have been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All fights are needless, when they’re not our own, <br>But Nimmo and Francesca never fought. <br>Remember that; and when you are alone, <br>Remember me—and think what I have thought. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, mind you, I say nothing of what was,<br>Or never was, or could or could not be: <br>Bring not suspicion’s candle to the glass <br>That mirrors a friend’s face to memory. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of what you see, see all,—but see no more; <br>For what I show you here will not be there.<br>The devil has had his way with paint before, <br>And he’s an artist,—and you needn’t stare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a painter and he painted well: <br>He’d paint you Daniel in the lion’s den, <br>Beelzebub, Elaine, or William Tell.<br>I’m coming back to Nimmo’s eyes again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The painter put the devil in those eyes, <br>Unless the devil did, and there he stayed; <br>And then the lady fled from paradise, <br>And there’s your fact. The lady was afraid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She must have been afraid, or may have been, <br>Of evil in their velvet all the while; <br>But sure as I’m a sinner with a skin, <br>I’ll trust the man as long as he can smile. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I trust him who can smile and then may live<br>In my heart’s house, where Nimmo is today. <br>God knows if I have more than men forgive <br>To tell him; but I played, and I shall pay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew him then, and if I know him yet, <br>I know in him, defeated and estranged,<br>The calm of men forbidden to forget <br>The calm of women who have loved and changed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there are ways that are beyond our ways, <br>Or he would not be calm and she be mute, <br>As one by one their lost and empty days<br>Pass without even the warmth of a dispute. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">God help us all when women think they see; <br>God save us when they do. I’m fair; but though <br>I know him only as he looks to me, <br>I know him,—and I tell Francesca so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what of Nimmo? Little would you ask <br>Of him, could you but see him as I can, <br>At his bewildered and unfruitful task <br>Of being what he was born to be—a man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Better forget that I said anything<br>Of what your tortured memory may disclose; <br>I know him, and your worst remembering <br>Would count as much as nothing, I suppose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meanwhile, I trust him; and I know his way <br>Of trusting me, and always in his youth.<br>I’m painting here a better man, you say, <br>Than I, the painter; and you say the truth.</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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At such a false and florid and far drawn 
Confusion of odd nonsense, I connive 
No longer, though I may have led you on. 

So much is told and heard and told again,
So many with his legend are engrossed, 
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