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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426681" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Sit By The Window</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said fate plays a game without a score,<br>and who needs fish if you've got caviar?<br>The triumph of the Gothic style would come to pass<br>and turn you on--no need for coke, or grass.<br>I sit by the window. Outside, an aspen.<br>When I loved, I loved deeply. It wasn't often.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said the forest's only part of a tree.<br>Who needs the whole girl if you've got her knee?<br>Sick of the dust raised by the modern era,<br>the Russian eye would rest on an Estonian spire.<br>I sit by the window. The dishes are done.<br>I was happy here. But I won't be again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wrote: The bulb looks at the flower in fear,<br>and love, as an act, lacks a verb; the zer-<br>o Euclid thought the vanishing point became<br>wasn't math--it was the nothingness of Time.<br>I sit by the window. And while I sit<br>my youth comes back. Sometimes I'd smile. Or spit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said that the leaf may destory the bud;<br>what's fertile falls in fallow soil--a dud;<br>that on the flat field, the unshadowed plain<br>nature spills the seeds of trees in vain.<br>I sit by the window. Hands lock my knees.<br>My heavy shadow's my squat company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My song was out of tune, my voice was cracked,<br>but at least no chorus can ever sing it back.<br>That talk like this reaps no reward bewilders<br>no one--no one's legs rest on my sholders.<br>I sit by the window in the dark. Like an express,<br>the waves behind the wavelike curtain crash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A loyal subject of these second-rate years,<br>I proudly admit that my finest ideas<br>are second-rate, and may the future take them<br>as trophies of my struggle against suffocation.<br>I sit in the dark. And it would be hard to figure out<br>which is worse; the dark inside, or the darkness out.<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anonymous Submission</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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The triumph of the Gothic style would come to pass
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I sit by the window. Outside, an aspen.
When I loved, I loved deeply..."></div>
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