<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426686" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twice I awoke this night, and went <br>to the window. The streetlamps were <br>a fragment of a sentence spoken in sleep, <br>leading to nothing, like omission points, <br>affording me no comfort and no cheer.<br>I dreamt of you, with child, and now, <br>having lived so many years apart from you, <br>experienced my guilt, and my hands, <br>joyfully stroking your belly, <br>found they were fumbling at my trousers<br>and the light-switch. Shuffling to the window, <br>I realized I had left you there alone, <br>in the dark, in the dream, where patiently <br>you waited and did not blame me, <br>when I returned, for the unnatural<br>interruption. For in the dark <br>that which in the light has broken off, lasts; <br>there we are married, wedded, we play <br>the two-backed beast; and children <br>justify our nakedness.<br>On some future night you will again <br>come to me, tired, thin now, <br>and I shall see a son or daughter, <br>as yet unnamed -- this time I'll <br>not hurry to the light-switch, nor<br>will I remove my hand; because I've not the right <br>to leave you in that realm of silent <br>shadows, before the fence of days, <br>falling into dependence from a reality <br>containing me -- unattainable.</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=426686" data-title="Love de Joseph Brodsky" data-description="Twice I awoke this night, and went to the window. The streetlamps were a fragment of a sentence spoken in sleep, leading to nothing, like omission points, affording me no comfort and no cheer. I dreamt of you, with child, and now, having live..."></div> </div> </div>

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