<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383751" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Winter Sleep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When against earth a wooden heel <br>Clicks as loud as stone on steel, <br>When stone turns flour instead of flakes, <br>And frost bakes clay as fire bakes, <br>When the hard-bitten fields at last <br>Crack like iron flawed in the cast, <br>When the world is wicked and cross and old, <br>I long to be quit of the cruel cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little birds like bubbles of glass <br>Fly to other Americas, <br>Birds as bright as sparkles of wine <br>Fly in the nite to the Argentine, <br>Birds of azure and flame-birds go <br>To the tropical Gulf of Mexico: <br>They chase the sun, they follow the heat, <br>It is sweet in their bones, O sweet, sweet, sweet! <br>It's not with them that I'd love to be, <br>But under the roots of the balsam tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just as the spiniest chestnut-burr <br>Is lined within with the finest fur, <br>So the stoney-walled, snow-roofed house <br>Of every squirrel and mole and mouse <br>Is lined with thistledown, sea-gull's feather, <br>Velvet mullein-leaf, heaped together <br>With balsam and juniper, dry and curled, <br>Sweeter than anything else in the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O what a warm and darksome nest <br>Where the wildest things are hidden to rest! <br>It's there that I'd love to lie and sleep, <br>Soft, soft, soft, and deep, deep, deep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elinor+Morton+Wylie">Elinor Morton Wylie</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383751" data-title="Winter Sleep de Elinor Morton Wylie" data-description="When against earth a wooden heel Clicks as loud as stone on steel, When stone turns flour instead of flakes, And frost bakes clay as fire bakes, When the hard-bitten fields at last Crack like iron flawed in the cast, When the world is wicked..."></div> </div> </div>

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