<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417325" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For M.W.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no transcience of twilight in<br>The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face,<br>No flicker of a slender flame in space,<br>In crucibles, fragility crystalline.<br>There is no fragrance of the jessamine<br>About you, no pathos of some old place<br>At dusk, that crumbles like moth-eater lace<br>Beneath the touch. Nor has there ever been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your love is like the folk-song's flaming rise<br>In cane-lipped southern people, like their soul<br>Which burst its bondage in a bold travail;<br>Your voice is like them singing, soft and wise,<br>Your face, sweetly efflgent of the whole,<br>Inviolate of ways that would feile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jean+Toomer">Jean Toomer</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=417325" data-title="For M.W. de Jean Toomer" data-description="There is no transcience of twilight in The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face, No flicker of a slender flame in space, In crucibles, fragility crystalline. There is no fragrance of the jessamine About you, no pathos of some old place At dusk, t..."></div> </div> </div>

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