<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412535" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Barrel Organ</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We almost lost our minds through that mad sky:<br>It blinds us with its fire or its snow,<br>And, baring teeth, like any beast of wild,<br>Old winter hides in April very slow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No sooner has it fallen into sleep,<br>That has again its helmet over brows,<br>And those streams, gone into snow deeps,<br>Cease their song and freeze in deadly silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But all this is forgotten in the past,<br>The garden hums, and whitens vibrant stone,<br>And rooms look with opened windows’ eyes,<br>At dark-green grass, over the road sown. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But only one – the barrel organ old<br>Shivers with cold in May of sunset’s languor -<br>Can’t ever grind all injuries recalled,<br>As it rotates the heedful shaft with anger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This rusty barrel cannot understand<br>That all its work is void of any goal,<br>That any pain of old age extends,<br>On every pin and every turn, in whole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But even if it once were to discern <br>Its own fate and fate of the street organ,<br>It would not ever cease to sing and turn -<br>‘Cause every song is one of pain and moan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Innokenty+Fedorovich+Annensky">Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky</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=412535" data-title="The Old Barrel Organ de Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky" data-description="We almost lost our minds through that mad sky: It blinds us with its fire or its snow, And, baring teeth, like any beast of wild, Old winter hides in April very slow. No sooner has it fallen into sleep, That has again its helmet over brows, And t..."></div> </div> </div>

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