<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=452489" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morning in the Burned House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the burned house I am eating breakfast.<br>You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast,<br>yet here I am.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The spoon which was melted scrapes against <br>the bowl which was melted also.<br>No one else is around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where have they gone to, brother and sister,<br>mother and father? Off along the shore,<br>perhaps. Their clothes are still on the hangers,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">their dishes piled beside the sink,<br>which is beside the woodstove<br>with its grate and sooty kettle,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">every detail clear,<br>tin cup and rippled mirror.<br>The day is bright and songless,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the lake is blue, the forest watchful.<br>In the east a bank of cloud <br>rises up silently like dark bread. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can see the swirls in the oilcloth,<br>I can see the flaws in the glass,<br>those flares where the sun hits them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can't see my own arms and legs<br>or know if this is a trap or blessing,<br>finding myself back here, where everything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in this house has long been over,<br>kettle and mirror, spoon and bowl,<br>including my own body,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">including the body I had then,<br>including the body I have now<br>as I sit at this morning table, alone and happy,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">bare child's feet on the scorched floorboards<br>(I can almost see)<br>in my burning clothes, the thin green shorts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and grubby yellow T-shirt<br>holding my cindery, non-existent,<br>radiant flesh. Incandescent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Margaret+Atwood">Margaret Atwood</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=452489" data-title="Morning in the Burned House de Margaret Atwood" data-description="In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here I am. The spoon which was melted scrapes against the bowl which was melted also. No one else is around. Where have they gone to, broth..."></div> </div> </div>

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