Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413247" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To her who writes a novel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know that everyone in the holy land nowadays is touring<br>And the fields with fragments of citreous and flowers are blooming<br>One may be intoxicated by these heavenly holy scents<br>In the land of milk and honey and the patina of the saints<br> <br>Lately my interest in your on going Novel rose<br>I wonder about the inditement, the excitement and the prose<br>How many characters strong or meek do you have<br>Are they coward, blood thirsty, evil, bold, fearless or brave<br> <br>Are you done portraiting the heroes, the villains and other characters<br>Do you make them labor hard in their act and toil<br>It is a laborious excruciating work without the miracle of oil<br>So hard and intrigue this task is, nevertheless you would not consider contractors <br> <br>Don't let them roam idly, hardly working in their secured domicile <br>Don't let them sleep or delay; hastily they should bestow<br>Lines and phrases uttering loud and clear their lust, failures or an urge to kill<br>Stay on their top, spur them to rise to heights away from words low</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think of a tale in the middle night by a castle rock<br>Surrounded by secluded mysterious sturdy trees oak<br>And a lovely lady inside moated castle walls<br>As the starry night approaches the moon light fall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night is chill; the forest foliage heavy to bare<br>The owl of the night moans in sharp bleak<br>There is not wind enough in the calm air<br>To blow away the ringlet from her cheek</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leave the reader to wonder what makes her in the woods so late<br>A far furlong from the secure castle gate? <br>You may hint though at the beginning of the play<br>That she in the midnight wood will pray<br>For the weal of her lover who is far away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And while our female hero is all in dreams during the night<br>Of her own betrothed gallant knight<br>Let us draw the plot of his adventures to dare<br>All wrapt in fear, suspense and courage <br>As being encircled by enemies of foul plight and cunning urge<br>The reader withholding breath unable the scenery to bare</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Write a Novel of great glory of that wondrous light<br>Its words and phrases throbbed in all encompassed around<br>And hide in its own brightness from the sight<br>Of all that look thereon with critic unsound<br>That underneath the readers feet are to be found<br>Roaring thunder and lightning and tempestuous fire<br>The instruments of your pen avenging raging sire</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</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=413247" data-title="To her who writes a novel de Isaac Ziv" data-description="I know that everyone in the holy land nowadays is touring
And the fields with fragments of citreous and flowers are blooming
One may be intoxicated by these heavenly holy scents
In the land of milk and honey and the patina of the saints
 
Lately m..."></div>
</div>
</div>