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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391220" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>La Fraisne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I was a gaunt, grave councillor<br>Being in all things wise, and very old,<br>But I have put aside this folly and the cold<br>That old age weareth for a cloak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was quite strong-at least they said so-<br>The young men at the sword-play;<br>But I have put aside this folly, being gay<br>In another fashion that more suiteth me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have curled 'mid the boles of the ash wood,<br>I have hidden my face where the oak<br>Spread his leaves over me, and the yoke<br>Of the old ways of men have I cast aside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the still pool of Mar-nan-otha<br>Have I found me a bride<br>That was a dog-wood tree some syne.<br>She hath called me from mine old ways<br>She hath hushed my rancour of council,<br>Bidding me praise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Naught but the wind that flutters in the leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hath drawn me from mine old ways,<br>Till men say that I am mad;<br>But I have seen the sorrow of men, and am glad,<br>For I know that the wailing and bitterness are a folly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I? I have put aside all folly and all grief.<br>I wrapped my tears in an ellum leaf<br>And left them under a stone<br>And now men call me mad because I have thrown<br>All folly from me, putting it aside<br>To leave the old barren ways of men,<br>Because my bride<br>Is a pool of the wood, and<br>Though all men say that I am mad<br>It is only that I am glad,<br>Very glad, for my bride hath toward me a great love<br>That is sweeter than the love of women<br>That plague and burn and drive one away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aie-e! 'Tis true that I am gay<br>Quite gay, for I have her alone here<br>And no man troubleth us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once when I was among the young men . . .<br>And they said I was quite strong, among the young men.<br>Once there was a woman . . .<br>. . . but I forget . . . she was . .<br>... I hope she will not come again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">... I do not remember…..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think she hurt me once, but . . .<br>That was very long ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not like to remember things any more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I like one little band of winds that blow<br>In the ash trees here:<br>For we are quite alone<br>Here 'mid the ash trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a><div class=q>
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Being in all things wise, and very old,
But I have put aside this folly and the cold
That old age weareth for a cloak.

I was quite strong-at least they said so-
The young men at the sword-play;
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