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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Swimmer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN dog-days plowmen quit their toil,<br>And frog-ponds in the meadow boil,<br>And grasses on the upland broil,<br>And all the coiling things uncoil,<br>And eggs and meats and Christians spoil. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A mile away the valley breaks<br>(So all good valleys do) and makes<br>A cool green water for hot heads' sakes,<br>And sundry sullen dog-days' aches. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The swimmer's body is white and clean,<br>It is washed by a water of deepest green<br>The color of leaves in a starlight scene,<br>And it is as white as the stars between. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But the swimmer's soul is a thing possessed,<br>His soul is naked as his breast,<br>Remembers not its east and west,<br>And ponders this way, I have guessed: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I have no home in the cruel heat<br>On alien soil that blisters feet.<br>This water is my native seat,<br>And more than ever cool and sweet,<br>So long by forfeiture escheat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O my forgiving element!<br>I gash you to my heart's content<br>And never need be penitent,<br>So light you float me when breath is spent<br>And close again where my rude way went. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And now you close above my head,<br>And I lie low in a soft green bed<br>That dog-days never have visited.<br>'By the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread:'<br>The garden's curse is at last unsaid </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What do I need of senses five?<br>Why eat, or drink, or sweat, or wive?<br>What do we strive for when we strive?<br>What do we live for when alive? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And what if I do not rise again,<br>Never to goad a heated brain<br>To hotter excesses of joy and pain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Why should it be against the grain<br>To lie so cold and still and sane? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Water-bugs play shimmer-shimmer,<br>Naked body's just a glimmer,<br>Watch ticks every second grimmer:<br>Come to the top, O wicked swimmer!</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>
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And frog-ponds in the meadow boil,
And grasses on the upland broil,
And all the coiling things uncoil,
And eggs and meats and Christians spoil. 


A mile away the valley breaks
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