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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428490" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their reward is<br>they become innocent again,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and when they reappear in memory<br>death has completely erased<br>the blurs, given them boundaries. They rise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and move through their new world with clean,<br>clear edges. My grandmother, in particular<br>has become buoyant, unattached finally </div><div style="margin:10px 0">from her histories, from the trappings<br>of family. By no means was she</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a good woman. But the dead don't care anymore for that.<br>Weightless, they no longer assume<br>responsibility, they no longer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">have bodies. Once, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the end of August, after swimming <br>in the muddy pond </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd gone into the living room, cool<br>as vodka, where my grandmother<br>sat. Greed thins a woman,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember her rings, bigger<br>than her fingers. <br> Water ran down my legs </div><div style="margin:10px 0">onto the floor becoming slippery<br>and my grandmother, her breath<br>scratchy from cigarettes and blended whiskey,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">leaned into my ear and whispered<br>you're an ugly girl. Do I have</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to forgive her? My mother tells me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no one ever loved her,<br>so when I see her, I see her again in the park<br>in her pink tailored suit, suede pumps,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see her moving among the strange<br>gentlemen that have gathered, the dark<br>powerful men. She is still young, blonde</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and most of all, she is beyond reach, beautiful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kate+Northrop">Kate Northrop</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=428490" data-title="The Dead de Kate Northrop" data-description="Their reward is they become innocent again, and when they reappear in memory death has completely erased the blurs, given them boundaries. They rise and move through their new world with clean, clear edges. My grandmother, in particular has beco..."></div> </div> </div>
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