<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447439" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Revolution</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is not of the fireside, <br>My lovely love; <br>Nor books, nor even a cradle, <br>She bends above. <br>No, she is bent with lashes, <br>Her flesh is torn. <br>From blackness into blackness <br>She walks forlorn. <br>But factories and prisons <br>Are far more fair <br>Than home or palace gardens <br>If she is there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lesbia+Harford">Lesbia Harford</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=447439" data-title="Revolution de Lesbia Harford" data-description="She is not of the fireside, My lovely love; Nor books, nor even a cradle, She bends above. No, she is bent with lashes, Her flesh is torn. From blackness into blackness She walks forlorn. But factories and prisons Are far more fair Than ..."></div> </div> </div>

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