<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419594" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Overtures</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My dear and I, we disagreed<br>When we had been much time together.<br>For when will lovers learn to sail<br>From sailing always in good weather? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She said a hateful little word<br>Between the pages of the book.<br>I bubbled with a noble rage,<br>I bruised her with a dreadful look, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And thanked her kindly for the word<br>Of such a little silly thing;<br>Indeed I loved my poet then<br>Beyond my dear, or anything. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And she, the proud girl, swept away,<br>How swift and scornfully she went!<br>And I the frightened lover stayed,<br>And have not had one hour's content </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Until to-day; until I knew<br>That I was loved again, again;<br>Then hazard how this thing befel,<br>Brother of women and of men? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Perhaps a gallant gentleman<br>Accomplished it, who saw you bleed;<br>Perhaps she wrote upon the book<br>A riddling thing that you could read; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Perhaps she crept to you, and cried,<br>And took upon her all the blame.'<br>O no, do proud girls creep and cry?<br>'Perhaps she whispered you your name.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O no, she walked alone, and I<br>Was walking in the rainy wood,<br>And saw her drooping by the tree,<br>And saw my work of widowhood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Crowe+Ransom">John Crowe Ransom</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=419594" data-title="Overtures de John Crowe Ransom" data-description="My dear and I, we disagreed When we had been much time together. For when will lovers learn to sail From sailing always in good weather? She said a hateful little word Between the pages of the book. I bubbled with a noble rage, I bruised her wi..."></div> </div> </div>

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