<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Belfast Tune</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here's a girl from a dangerous town<br> She crops her dark hair short<br> so that less of her has to frown<br> when someone gets hurt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She folds her memories like a parachute.<br> Dropped, she collects the peat<br> and cooks her veggies at home: they shoot<br> here where they eat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ah, there's more sky in these parts than, say,<br> ground. Hence her voice's pitch,<br> and her stare stains your retina like a gray<br> bulb when you switch</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> hemispheres, and her knee-length quilt<br> skirt's cut to catch the squall,<br> I dream of her either loved or killed<br> because the town's too small.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Brodsky">Joseph Brodsky</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=426673" data-title="Belfast Tune de Joseph Brodsky" data-description="Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to frown when someone gets hurt. She folds her memories like a parachute. Dropped, she collects the peat and cooks her veggies at home: they shoot he..."></div> </div> </div>

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