<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the early evening, a now, as man is bending<br>over his writing table.<br>Slowly he lifts his head; a woman<br>appears, carrying roses.<br>Her face floats to the surface of the mirror,<br>marked with the green spokes of rose stems.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a form<br>of suffering: then always the transparent page<br>raised to the window until its veins emerge<br>as words finally filled with ink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I am meant to understand<br>what binds them together<br>or to the gray house held firmly in place by dusk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">because I must enter their lives:<br>it is spring, the pear tree<br>filming with weak, white blossoms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louise+Gluck">Louise Gluck</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=450063" data-title="Poem de Louise Gluck" data-description="In the early evening, a now, as man is bending over his writing table. Slowly he lifts his head; a woman appears, carrying roses. Her face floats to the surface of the mirror, marked with the green spokes of rose stems. It is a form of suffering:..."></div> </div> </div>

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