<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395398" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Red Palm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You're in this dream of cotton plants.<br>You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds<br>Fall with a sigh. You take another step,<br>Chop, and the sigh comes again,<br>Until you yourself are breathing that way<br>With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's hours later. The sun is a red blister<br>Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,<br>Young, not yet the broken chair<br>In an abandoned school of dry spiders. <br>Dust settles on your forehead, dirt<br>Smiles under each fingernail.<br>You chop, step, and by the end of the first row,<br>You can buy one splendid fish for wife<br>And three sons. Another row, another fish,<br>Until you have enough and move on to milk,<br>Bread, meat. Ten hours and the cupboards creak.<br>You can rest in the back yard under a tree.<br>Your hands twitch on your lap,<br>Not unlike the fish on a pier or the bottom<br>Of a boat. You drink iced tea. The minutes jerk<br>Like flies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It's dusk, now night,<br>And the lights in your home are on.<br>That costs money, yellow light<br>In the kitchen. That's thirty steps,<br>You say to your hands,<br>Now shaped into binoculars.<br>You could raise them to your eyes:<br>You were a fool in school, now look at you.<br>You're a giant among cotton plants.<br>Now you see your oldest boy, also running.<br>Papa, he says, it's time to come in.<br>You pull him into your lap<br>And ask, What's forty times nine?<br>He knows as well as you, and you smile.<br>The wind makes peace with the trees,<br>The stars strike themselves in the dark.<br>You get up and walk with the sigh of cotton plants.<br>You go to sleep with a red sun on your palm,<br>The sore light you see when you first stir in bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gary+Soto">Gary Soto</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=395398" data-title="A Red Palm de Gary Soto" data-description="You're in this dream of cotton plants. You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds Fall with a sigh. You take another step, Chop, and the sigh comes again, Until you yourself are breathing that way With each step, a sigh that will follow you into ..."></div> </div> </div>

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