<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416198" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At a Child's Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sky contused and rifted like a wound:<br>Red-amber gum exudes from the dark tree;<br>A long day’s dying. Small anatomy<br>Locked in this nameless grave’s neglected mound,<br> <br>You wait for nothing now but that wild sound<br>Of trumpets blowing doom and jubilee.<br>And if it came this instant, where would I flee,<br>Where hide my terror in the gaping ground,<br> <br>What crack, what rift, what gulf would shelter me<br>And close me over never to be found<br>When the last hopeless wish is, not to be?<br> <br>But little child you’d rise, and walk around,<br>And have a name again; beneath the tree<br>Of life you’d sit, with beams of glory crowned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Phillip+McAuley">James Phillip McAuley</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=416198" data-title="At a Child's Grave de James Phillip McAuley" data-description="A sky contused and rifted like a wound: Red-amber gum exudes from the dark tree; A long day’s dying. Small anatomy Locked in this nameless grave’s neglected mound, You wait for nothing now but that wild sound Of trumpets blowing doom and jub..."></div> </div> </div>

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