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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384007" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Miracle for Breakfast</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, <br>waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb <br>that was going to be served from a certain balcony <br>--like kings of old, or like a miracle. <br>It was still dark. One foot of the sun <br>steadied itself on a long ripple in the river. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first ferry of the day had just crossed the river. <br>It was so cold we hoped that the coffee <br>would be very hot, seeing that the sun <br>was not going to warm us; and that the crumb <br>would be a loaf each, buttered, by a miracle. <br>At seven a man stepped out on the balcony. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stood for a minute alone on the balcony <br>looking over our heads toward the river. <br>A servant handed him the makings of a miracle, <br>consisting of one lone cup of coffee <br>and one roll, which he proceeded to crumb, <br>his head, so to speak, in the clouds--along with the sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was the man crazy? What under the sun <br>was he trying to do, up there on his balcony! <br>Each man received one rather hard crumb, <br>which some flicked scornfully into the river, <br>and, in a cup, one drop of the coffee. <br>Some of us stood around, waiting for the miracle. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can tell what I saw next; it was not a miracle. <br>A beautiful villa stood in the sun <br>and from its doors came the smell of hot coffee. <br>In front, a baroque white plaster balcony <br>added by birds, who nest along the river, <br>--I saw it with one eye close to the crumb-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and galleries and marble chambers. My crumb <br>my mansion, made for me by a miracle, <br>through ages, by insects, birds, and the river <br>working the stone. Every day, in the sun, <br>at breakfast time I sit on my balcony <br>with my feet up, and drink gallons of coffee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We licked up the crumb and swallowed the coffee. <br>A window across the river caught the sun <br>as if the miracle were working, on the wrong balcony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Bishop">Elizabeth Bishop</a><div class=q>
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waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb 
that was going to be served from a certain balcony 
--like kings of old, or like a miracle. 
It was still dark. One foot of the sun 
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