<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415242" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Way To Make A Living</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From an epigram by Plato</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When I was a boy, a relative <br>Asked for me a job <br>At the Weeks Cemetery. <br>Think of all I could <br>Have raised that summer, <br>That money, and me <br>Living at home, <br>Fattening and getting <br>Ready to live my life <br>Out on my knees, humming, <br>Kneading up docks <br>And sumac from <br>Those flawless clerks-at-court, those beautiful <br>Grocers and judges, the polished <br>Dead of whom we make <br>So much. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I could have stayed there with them. <br>Cheap, too. <br>Imagine, never <br>To have turned <br>Wholly away from the classic <br>Cold, the hill, so laid <br>Out, measure by seemly measure clipped <br>And mown by old man Albright <br>The sexton. That would have been a hell of <br>A way to make a living. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thank you, no. <br>I am going to take my last nourishment <br>Of measure from a dark blue <br>Ripple on swell on ripple that makes <br>Its own garlands. <br>My dead are the secret wine jars <br>Of Tyrian commercial travelers. <br>Their happiness is a lost beginning, their graves <br>Drift in and out of the Mediterranean. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>One of these days <br>The immortals, clinging to a beam of sunlight <br>Under water, delighted by delicate crustaceans, <br>Will dance up thirty-foot walls of radiance, <br>And waken, <br>The sea shining on their shoulders, the fresh <br>Wine in their arms. Their ships have drifted away. <br>They are stars and snowflakes floating down <br>Into your hands, love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Arlington+Wright">James Arlington Wright</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=415242" data-title="A Way To Make A Living de James Arlington Wright" data-description="From an epigram by Plato When I was a boy, a relative Asked for me a job At the Weeks Cemetery. Think of all I could Have raised that summer, That money, and me Living at home, Fattening and getting Ready to live my life Out on my knees..."></div> </div> </div>

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