<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=452498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Moment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moment when, after many years<br>of hard work and a long voyage<br>you stand in the centre of your room,<br>house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,<br>knowing at last how you got there,<br>and say, I own this,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">is the same moment when the trees unloose<br>their soft arms from around you,<br>the birds take back their language,<br>the cliffs fissure and collapse,<br>the air moves back from you like a wave<br>and you can't breathe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, they whisper. You own nothing.<br>You were a visitor, time after time<br>climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.<br>We never belonged to you.<br>You never found us.<br>It was always the other way round.</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=452498" data-title="The Moment de Margaret Atwood" data-description="The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, knowing at last how you got there, and say, I own this, is the same moment when the trees unloo..."></div> </div> </div>

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