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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391492" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Faithless Wife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I took her to the river<br>believing she was a maiden,<br>but she already had a husband.<br>It was on St. James night<br>and almost as if I was obliged to.<br>The lanterns went out<br>and the crickets lighted up.<br>In the farthest street corners<br>I touched her sleeping breasts<br>and they opened to me suddenly<br>like spikes of hyacinth.<br>The starch of her petticoat<br>sounded in my ears<br>like a piece of silk<br>rent by ten knives.<br>Without silver light on their foliage<br>the trees had grown larger<br>and a horizon of dogs<br>barked very far from the river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Past the blackberries,<br>the reeds and the hawthorne<br>underneath her cluster of hair<br>I made a hollow in the earth<br>I took off my tie,<br>she too off her dress.<br>I, my belt with the revolver,<br>She, her four bodices.<br>Nor nard nor mother-o’-pearl<br>have skin so fine,<br>nor does glass with silver<br>shine with such brilliance.<br>Her thighs slipped away from me<br>like startled fish,<br>half full of fire,<br>half full of cold.<br>That night I ran<br>on the best of roads<br>mounted on a nacre mare<br>without bridle stirrups.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a man, I won’t repeat<br>the things she said to me.<br>The light of understanding<br>has made me more discreet.<br>Smeared with sand and kisses<br>I took her away from the river.<br>The swords of the lilies<br>battled with the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I behaved like what I am,<br>like a proper gypsy.<br>I gave her a large sewing basket,<br>of straw-colored satin,<br>but I did not fall in love<br>for although she had a husband<br>she told me she was a maiden<br>when I took her to the river.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Federico+Garc%C3%ADa+Lorca">Federico García Lorca</a><div class=q>
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believing she was a maiden,
but she already had a husband.
It was on St. James night
and almost as if I was obliged to.
The lanterns went out
and the crickets lighted up.
In the farthest street corners
I touched her slee..."></div>
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