<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419616" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Two In August</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two that could not have lived their single lives <br>As can some husbands and wives <br>Did something strange: they tensed their vocal cords <br>And attacked each other with silences and words <br>Like catapulted stones and arrowed knives. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Dawn was not yet; night is for loving or sleeping, <br>Sweet dreams or safekeeping; <br>Yet he of the wide brows that were used to laurel <br>And she, the famed for gentleness, must quarrel. <br>Furious both of them, and scared, and weeping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>How sleepers groan, twitch, wake to such a mood <br>Is not well understood, <br>Nor why two entities grown almost one <br>Should rend and murder trying to get undone, <br>With individual tigers in their blood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She in terror fled from the marriage chamber <br>Circuiting the dark rooms like a string of amber <br>Round and round and back, <br>And would not light one lamp against the black, <br>And heard the clock that clanged: Remember, Remember. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And he must tread barefooted the dim lawn, <br>Soon he was up and gone; <br>High in the trees the night-mastered birds were crying <br>With fear upon their tongues, no singing nor flying <br>Which are their lovely attitudes by dawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Whether those bird-cries were of heaven or hell <br>There is no way to tell; <br>In the long ditch of darkness the man walked <br>Under the hackberry trees where the birds talked <br>With words too sad and strange to syllable.</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=419616" data-title="Two In August de John Crowe Ransom" data-description="Two that could not have lived their single lives As can some husbands and wives Did something strange: they tensed their vocal cords And attacked each other with silences and words Like catapulted stones and arrowed knives. Dawn was not yet..."></div> </div> </div>

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