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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=452610" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Colors Passing Through Us</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Purple as tulips in May, mauve <br>into lush velvet, purple <br>as the stain blackberries leave <br>on the lips, on the hands, <br>the purple of ripe grapes <br>sunlit and warm as flesh. <br>Every day I will give you a color, <br>like a new flower in a bud vase <br>on your desk. Every day <br>I will paint you, as women <br>color each other with henna <br>on hands and on feet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Red as henna, as cinnamon, <br>as coals after the fire is banked, <br>the cardinal in the feeder, <br>the roses tumbling on the arbor <br>their weight bending the wood <br>the red of the syrup I make from petals. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Orange as the perfumed fruit <br>hanging their globes on the glossy tree, <br>orange as pumpkins in the field, <br>orange as butterflyweed and the monarchs <br>who come to eat it, orange as my <br>cat running lithe through the high grass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yellow as a goat's wise and wicked eyes, <br>yellow as a hill of daffodils, <br>yellow as dandelions by the highway, <br>yellow as butter and egg yolks, <br>yellow as a school bus stopping you, <br>yellow as a slicker in a downpour. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is my bouquet, here is a sing <br>song of all the things you make <br>me think of, here is oblique <br>praise for the height and depth <br>of you and the width too. <br>Here is my box of new crayons at your feet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green as mint jelly, green <br>as a frog on a lily pad twanging, <br>the green of cos lettuce upright <br>about to bolt into opulent towers, <br>green as Grand Chartreuse in a clear <br>glass, green as wine bottles. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blue as cornflowers, delphiniums, <br>bachelors' buttons. Blue as Roquefort, <br>blue as Saga. Blue as still water. <br>Blue as the eyes of a Siamese cat. <br>Blue as shadows on new snow, as a spring <br>azure sipping from a puddle on the blacktop. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cobalt as the midnight sky <br>when day has gone without a trace <br>and we lie in each other's arms <br>eyes shut and fingers open <br>and all the colors of the world <br>pass through our bodies like strings of fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marge+Piercy">Marge Piercy</a><div class=q>
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into lush velvet, purple 
as the stain blackberries leave 
on the lips, on the hands, 
the purple of ripe grapes 
sunlit and warm as flesh. 
Every day I will give you a color, 
like a new flower in a bud vase 
on yo..."></div>
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