<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=452499" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rest of us watch from beyond the fence<br>as the woman moves with her jagged stride<br>into her pain as if into a slow race.<br>We see her body in motion<br>but hear no sounds, or we hear<br>sounds but no language; or we know<br>it is not a language we know<br>yet. We can see her clearly<br>but for her it is running in black smoke.<br>The cluster of cells in her swelling<br>like porridge boiling, and bursting,<br>like grapes, we think. Or we think of<br>explosions in mud; but we know nothing.<br>All around us the trees<br>and the grasses light up with forgiveness,<br>so green and at this time<br>of the year healthy.<br>We would like to call something<br>out to her. Some form of cheering.<br>There is pain but no arrival at anything.</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=452499" data-title="The Rest de Margaret Atwood" data-description="The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride into her pain as if into a slow race. We see her body in motion but hear no sounds, or we hear sounds but no language; or we know it is not a language we know yet..."></div> </div> </div>

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