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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426677" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">About a year has passed. I've returned to the place of the battle,<br>to its birds that have learned their unfolding of wings <br>from a subtle<br>lift of a surprised eyebrow, or perhaps from a razor blade<br>- wings, now the shade of early twilight, now of state <br>bad blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the place is abuzz with trading<br>in your ankles's remnants, bronzes<br>of sunburnt breastplates, dying laughter, bruises,<br>rumors of fresh reserves, memories of high treason,<br>laundered banners with imprints of the many<br> who since have risen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All's overgrown with people. A ruin's a rather stubborn<br>architectural style. And the hearts's distinction<br>from a pitch-black cavern<br>isn't that great; not great enough to fear<br>that we may collide again like blind eggs somewhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At sunrise, when nobody stares at one's face, I often,<br>set out on foot to a monument cast in molten<br>lengthy bad dreams. And it says on the plinth &quot;commander<br>in chief.&quot; But it reads &quot;in grief,&quot; or &quot;in brief,&quot;<br>or &quot;in going under.&quot;</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>
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