<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aloft</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She hauled out onto the crag faced wrackles<br>Gasping from the strain for a moment<br>From her seawind lungs<br>From the topsail stay the sound of her voice<br>Spilled across the seaward haul<br>Whispering of lost men drug across her tethers and timbers<br>Of souls burned by love's needle sharp indentations<br>There in the parlors of opium crazed artists <br>Lips purloined and pinned with gold and diamond smiles<br>And ink blacked meaning<br>Seawitches and hearts pierced on arms marked forever<br>But that was not her name and something then it became<br>That was not her voice the one which called him to her bed<br>Where he lay breathless and dizzy <br>His ears ringing from her songs and whispers <br>And promises of further pleasure.<br> It was not her voice now as she pleaded for his heart<br>The heart which had been pierced by her name.<br>. He listened now to another bird which soared aloft <br>On perfumed winds and warm fair spirits who would not demand soul for payment<br>Or want their voices discerned from longing's seabird laughter<br>That was the voice he heeded not one upon the shore or burned into his skin<br> From that chorus of groaning flesh and bedboards on seaboards set by rent<br>And linen came other voices, small insistent voices which could not be stilled <br>By liquor or promises</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Murdock">George Murdock</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=397054" data-title="Aloft de George Murdock" data-description="She hauled out onto the crag faced wrackles Gasping from the strain for a moment From her seawind lungs From the topsail stay the sound of her voice Spilled across the seaward haul Whispering of lost men drug across her tethers and timbers Of soul..."></div> </div> </div>

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