<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To D—, Dead By Her Own Hand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dear, I wonder if before the end <br>You ever thought about a children’s game— <br>I’m sure you must have played it too—in which <br>You ran along a narrow garden wall <br>Pretending it to be a mountain ledge <br>So steep a snowy darkness fell away <br>On either side to deeps invisible; <br>And when you felt your balance being lost <br>You jumped because you feared to fall, and thought <br>For only an instant: That was when I died. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That was a life ago. And now you’ve gone, <br>Who would no longer play the grown-ups’ game <br>Where, balanced on the ledge above the dark, <br>You go on running and you don’t look down, <br>Nor ever jump because you fear to fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Howard+Nemerov">Howard Nemerov</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=410472" data-title="To D—, Dead By Her Own Hand de Howard Nemerov" data-description="My dear, I wonder if before the end You ever thought about a children’s game— I’m sure you must have played it too—in which You ran along a narrow garden wall Pretending it to be a mountain ledge So steep a snowy darkness fell away O..."></div> </div> </div>

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