<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459673" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>He flew with angels</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At school, the look-up homework<br>one day was ‘mercy’…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and that proved itself<br>to be indeed itself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what the dictionary said<br>haunted; seemed inadequate; <br>haunted again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he smelled his life, as one<br>smells Spring in the air<br>of a freezing January day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">every one of his thoughts<br>began and finished<br>with the word unsounded</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then his actions too grew<br>out of it, returned to it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">his friends, his wife, his family: <br>some heard it, some did not</div><div style="margin:10px 0">years passed; in the darkness<br>of the quiet evening street, <br>the great and famous called on him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what he had to say was<br>too great for the public, <br>too young yet for the public</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but the word, nourished, <br>slipped into the courtroom, <br>whispered in the palaces, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">stood behind the priests<br>who did not say it yet<br>heard it murmuring in their ear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while for him, the word grew and grew, <br>flew with him higher ever higher</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so they talked of how to martyr him<br>because the word was too big for them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he died before they decided on his fate<br>and was that too what it meant</div><div style="margin:10px 0">leaving the word in the air like<br>a limitless embrace, like<br>the warm wish of a departing guest<br>said over the shoulder with a smile, <br>a wave, a memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and a sowing and a growing, <br>a reaping, a vastness, a light, <br>a boundless love</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=459673" data-title="He flew with angels de Michael Shepherd" data-description="At school, the look-up homework one day was ‘mercy’… and that proved itself to be indeed itself what the dictionary said haunted; seemed inadequate; haunted again he smelled his life, as one smells Spring in the air of a freezing January..."></div> </div> </div>

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