<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450071" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fear Of Burial</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the empty field, in the morning,<br>the body waits to be claimed.<br>The spirit sits beside it, on a small rock--<br>nothing comes to give it form again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think of the body's loneliness.<br>At night pacing the sheared field,<br>its shadow buckled tightly around.<br>Such a long journey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And already the remote, trembling lights of the village<br>not pausing for it as they scan the rows.<br>How far away they seem,<br>the wooden doors, the bread and milk<br>laid like weights on the table.</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=450071" data-title="The Fear Of Burial de Louise Gluck" data-description="In the empty field, in the morning, the body waits to be claimed. The spirit sits beside it, on a small rock-- nothing comes to give it form again. Think of the body's loneliness. At night pacing the sheared field, its shadow buckled tightly arou..."></div> </div> </div>

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