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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390082" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cold</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a cold<br>In which</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A line of water across the chest risen<br>(dream)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Impetuate, or<br>Impetuates</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Orthograph you cherish, a hand her<br>Of doubt importance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her imbroglio the winnowing of ever<br>Does establish</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An imbroglio, ever<br>she does repeatedly declare</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to no cold end<br>Admonish wit, at wit's end, where &quot;wit&quot; is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">***</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cold of which<br>her azul gaze impart a stuttered pool</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Memoria address me here (green)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Echolalic fear<br>Her arm or name in French says &quot;smooth&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wine-dark seam inside the head, this name<br>The &quot;my&quot; head I admit, or consonantal glimmer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Insoluble<br>Or wet fields the vines or eucalyptus wood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lift from, here</div><div style="margin:10px 0">***</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose cartilage did grief still bear?<br>Whose silent wound?<br>Who submitted?<br>Who fortuitously was grave?<br>A trepidation honest<br>Whose declaration met silence?<br>Whose demurred?<br>Whose wall shored up became<br>houses?<br>Whose &quot;will&quot;?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose sympathetic concatenation? Whose picture<br>withstood &quot;ordeal&quot;?<br>Who caressed &quot;that tiger&quot;?<br>Whose laugh at an airport called forth? Whose ground<br>shifted?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Anonymous submission.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Erin+Mour%C3%A9">Erin Mouré</a><div class=q>
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A line of water across the chest risen
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Orthograph you cherish, a hand her
Of doubt importance

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