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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381396" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Clinging Vine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Be calm? And was I frantic? <br>You’ll have me laughing soon. <br>I’m calm as this Atlantic, <br>And quiet as the moon; <br>I may have spoken faster<br>Than once, in other days; <br>For I’ve no more a master, <br>And now—‘Be calm,’ he says. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Fear not, fear no commotion,— <br>I’ll be as rocks and sand;<br>The moon and stars and ocean <br>Will envy my command; <br>No creature could be stiller <br>In any kind of place <br>Than I … No, I’ll not kill her;<br>Her death is in her face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Be happy while she has it, <br>For she’ll not have it long; <br>A year, and then you’ll pass it, <br>Preparing a new song.<br>And I’m a fool for prating <br>Of what a year may bring, <br>When more like her are waiting <br>For more like you to sing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“You mock me with denial,<br>You mean to call me hard? <br>You see no room for trial <br>When all my doors are barred? <br>You say, and you’d say dying, <br>That I dream what I know;<br>And sighing, and denying, <br>You’d hold my hand and go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“You scowl—and I don’t wonder; <br>I spoke too fast again; <br>But you’ll forgive one blunder,<br>For you are like most men: <br>You are,—or so you’ve told me, <br>So many mortal times, <br>That heaven ought not to hold me <br>Accountable for crimes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Be calm? Was I unpleasant? <br>Then I’ll be more discreet, <br>And grant you, for the present, <br>The balm of my defeat: <br>What she, with all her striving,<br>Could not have brought about, <br>You’ve done. Your own contriving <br>Has put the last light out. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“If she were the whole story, <br>If worse were not behind,<br>I’d creep with you to glory, <br>Believing I was blind; <br>I’d creep, and go on seeming <br>To be what I despise. <br>You laugh, and say I’m dreaming,<br>And all your laughs are lies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Are women mad? A few are, <br>And if it’s true you say— <br>If most men are as you are— <br>We’ll all be mad some day.<br>Be calm—and let me finish; <br>There’s more for you to know. <br>I’ll talk while you diminish, <br>And listen while you grow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“There was a man who married<br>Because he couldn’t see; <br>And all his days he carried <br>The mark of his degree. <br>But you—you came clear-sighted, <br>And found truth in my eyes;<br>And all my wrongs you’ve righted <br>With lies, and lies, and lies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“You’ve killed the last assurance <br>That once would have me strive <br>To rouse an old endurance<br>That is no more alive. <br>It makes two people chilly <br>To say what we have said, <br>But you—you’ll not be silly <br>And wrangle for the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“You don’t? You never wrangle? <br>Why scold then,—or complain? <br>More words will only mangle <br>What you’ve already slain. <br>Your pride you can’t surrender?<br>My name—for that you fear? <br>Since when were men so tender, <br>And honor so severe? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“No more—I’ll never bear it. <br>I’m going. I’m like ice.<br>My burden? You would share it? <br>Forbid the sacrifice! <br>Forget so quaint a notion, <br>And let no more be told; <br>For moon and stars and ocean<br>And you and I are cold.”</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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You’ll have me laughing soon. 
I’m calm as this Atlantic, 
And quiet as the moon; 
I may have spoken faster
Than once, in other days; 
For I’ve no more a master, 
And now—‘Be calm,’ he says. 

“Fear no..."></div>
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