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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459832" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hinterland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poems have a hinterland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They come from a mind<br>that’s left behind, a family, <br>a tribe, a nation, <br>in the dense equatorial forests of the human heart; <br>yet in its backpack, precious souvenirs..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">has trekked through swamps and uplands, <br>dangers, adventures, pleasures, <br>then the scorching arid desert sands, <br>and there in front one day, <br>the matter-of-fact sea, lapping<br>with the lazy always-there…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and leaning down, place nonchalantly<br>the poem now a paper boat, <br>into that glittering, faithless blue, <br>launched to tide and wind; <br>should you have put it in some green bottle, <br>you who think it’s precious, <br>with a name, address, so that they know<br>how far it’s travelled…? <br>Somehow, that matters little in this present moment, <br>as the poem’s past prepares to meet its future self; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, you watch it, silent, ’til it disappears; <br>how close, to children, is horizon’s curve.</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>
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They come from a mind
that’s left behind, a family, 
a tribe, a nation, 
in the dense equatorial forests of the human heart; 
yet in its backpack, precious souvenirs..

has trekked through swamps and uplands, 
dangers, ..."></div>
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