<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Telling Our Stories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the fox came every evening to my door<br>asking for nothing. my fear<br>trapped me inside, hoping to dismiss her<br>but she sat till morning, waiting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at dawn we would, each of us,<br>rise frm our haunches, look through the glass<br>then walk away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">did she gather her village around her<br>and sing of the hairless moon face,<br>the trembling snout, the ignorant eyes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">child, i tell you now it was not<br>the animal blood i was hiding from,<br>it was the poet in her, the poet and<br>the terrible stories she could tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lucille+Clifton">Lucille Clifton</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=450269" data-title="Telling Our Stories de Lucille Clifton" data-description="the fox came every evening to my door asking for nothing. my fear trapped me inside, hoping to dismiss her but she sat till morning, waiting. at dawn we would, each of us, rise frm our haunches, look through the glass then walk away. did she gat..."></div> </div> </div>

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