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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Journey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down<br>A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out<br>To the edge of a cliff, and dwindling.<br>But far up the mountain, behind the town,<br>We too were swept out, out by the wind,<br>Alone with the Tuscan grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wind had been blowing across the hills<br>For days, and everything now was graying gold<br>With dust, everything we saw, even<br>Some small children scampering along a road,<br>Twittering Italian to a small caged bird.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sat beside them to rest in some brushwood,<br>And I leaned down to rinse the dust from my face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I found the spider web there, whose hinges<br>Reeled heavily and crazily with the dust,<br>Whole mounds and cemeteries of it, sagging<br>And scattering shadows among shells and wings.<br>And then she stepped into the center of air<br>Slender and fastidious, the golden hair<br>Of daylight along her shoulders, she poised there,<br>While ruins crumbled on every side of her.<br>Free of the dust, as though a moment before<br>She had stepped inside the earth, to bathe herself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gazed, close to her, till at last she stepped<br>Away in her own good time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many men<br>Have searched all over Tuscany and never found<br>What I found there, the heart of the light<br>Itself shelled and leaved, balancing<br>On filaments themselves falling. The secret<br>Of this journey is to let the wind<br>Blow its dust all over your body,<br>To let it go on blowing, to step lightly, lightly<br>All the way through your ruins, and not to lose<br>Any sleep over the dead, who surely<br>Will bury their own, don't worry.</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>
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A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out
To the edge of a cliff, and dwindling.
But far up the mountain, behind the town,
We too were swept out, out by the wind,
Alone with the Tuscan grass.

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