<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459491" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Poet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He — or was it she? <br>was a child who said little<br>but walked, endlessly, just looking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or stood still for minutes, hours, <br>and became what they looked at</div><div style="margin:10px 0">was from a large family<br>but still people said, you’re an only child aren’t you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">was it seems very happy in themself<br>but no-one asked, so never said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">kept themself to themself, which annoyed<br>other children, who bullied them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then were even more annoyed<br>when they didn’t play the victim</div><div style="margin:10px 0">failed examinations and yet<br>was always wrapt up in a book</div><div style="margin:10px 0">occasionally did things like cutting themselves<br>and was told off but never questioned usefully</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wrote poems secretly but was unconcerned<br>whether people read them or not</div><div style="margin:10px 0">was good to be with as long as you<br>didn’t expect anything of them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">was secretly loved by some<br>who never liked to say so</div><div style="margin:10px 0">because what they loved somehow<br>didn’t have a name</div><div style="margin:10px 0">years later, some of them read the poems<br>and knew what they had loved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</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=459491" data-title="A Poet de Michael Shepherd" data-description="He — or was it she? was a child who said little but walked, endlessly, just looking or stood still for minutes, hours, and became what they looked at was from a large family but still people said, you’re an only child aren’t you was it ..."></div> </div> </div>

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