<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459379" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Olney poems</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1<br>So through the dark<br>A recalled reality touched<br>With the unsteady ease<br>Found in the debris<br>OF some lost self<br>Stood there and waiting<br>A look of accusation<br>That stroked our conscience</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2<br>The space of slavery<br>Carried the forelocks acceptance<br>Dip the guilty finger<br>in times Holy stoop<br>Congratulate our present freedom<br>of these presented blessings<br>A forelock touched again <br>The game plays on </div><div style="margin:10px 0">3<br>And make the lace<br>To continue a life<br>Intricate Fragments of desperation<br>Provide an incidental decoration<br>A price so agreed <br>To enjoy a flower<br>And share the light <br>Of the communal bounty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4<br>Cowper brushed his teeth<br>Daily we passed by<br>Newton climbed his pulpit<br>We preached the land<br>They wrote their hymns<br>We escaped with drink<br>Today the forelock touched<br>Respecting their entwined lives</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5<br>God roams his garden<br>With dances of creation<br>Proclaiming the ever paradise<br>With an outstretched hand<br>Inviting our forelocks touch<br>The fruit still entrances<br>Our obsessed nudity declines<br>From its cultured slavery</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Oliver">Michael Oliver</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=459379" data-title="The Olney poems de Michael Oliver" data-description="1 So through the dark A recalled reality touched With the unsteady ease Found in the debris OF some lost self Stood there and waiting A look of accusation That stroked our conscience 2 The space of slavery Carried the forelocks acceptance Dip the..."></div> </div> </div>

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