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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448092" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mama</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mama’s face<br>is smooth and pale as tea-rose leaves.<br>That ivory oval of aunt Gem<br>you sucked the miniature off<br>had black black hair like mama.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pit-it-ty-pat,<br>Mama walks so fast,<br>street lamps jig<br>without bending a leg…<br>lights in the windows<br>play twinkling tunes<br>on crimson and blue<br>bottles like bubbles<br>big as balloons…<br>Faster and faster…<br>and pink light spurts<br>over cakes doing polkas<br>in little white shirts,<br>with cake-princesses<br>in flounced white skirts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pit-pat—<br>mama walks slower…<br>slower and… slower…<br>Eyes… lamps… stars…<br>acres and acres of stars…<br>bells… and sleepily<br>flapping feet….<br>You’re glad mama walks slow.<br>It’s nice to be carried along<br>up high near the stars<br>that look at you with a grave, great look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every night<br>mama sings you to sleep.<br>When she sings, O for the light of thine eyes Dolores,<br>there’s a castle on a cliff<br>and the sea roars like lions.<br>It leaps at the castle<br>and the cliff knocks it down<br>but always the sea<br>shakes its flattened head<br>and gets up again.<br>The castle has no roof<br>so the rain spins silvery webs in it,<br>and Dolores’ face<br>floats dim and beautiful<br>the way flowers do when they are drowned.<br>Step by white step<br>she goes up the castle stairs,<br>but the stair goes up into the sky<br>and the sky keeps going up too,<br>and none of them ever get there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When mama sings Ba ba black sheep,<br>the stars seem to shine through her voice<br>so everything has to be still,<br>and when she has finished singing<br>her song goes up off the earth,<br>higher and higher…<br>till it is only as big as a tiny silver bird<br>with nothing but moonlight around it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lola+Ridge">Lola Ridge</a><div class=q>
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That ivory oval of aunt Gem
you sucked the miniature off
had black black hair like mama.



Pit-it-ty-pat,
Mama walks so fast,
street lamps jig
without bending a leg…
lights in the windows
pla..."></div>
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