<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468677" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Twenty-Pound Stone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if<br> offering my stomach, as if it were pulling me forward.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At night the sun leaks from it, it turns cold, I sleep with it<br> beside my head, I breath for it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes I dream of hammers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am hammering it back into sand, the sand we melt into glass,<br> the glass we blow into bottles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This stone is fifteen green bottles with nothing inside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It never bleeds, it never heals, it is a soup can left on the back shelf,<br> the label worn off.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the corner of a house, the beginning of a wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At night it changes shape, it lies on one side, casting jagged shadows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It brightens where my tongue touches it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Richard's eyes were this color, a pale fruit, honeydew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I swing it over my head I swear it could lift me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I jump from a bridge it would drag me down, the current couldn't<br> carry us, it has no lungs, no pockets of air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I could walk it to the center of a frozen pond &amp; leave it,<br> in the spring it would be gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nick+Flynn">Nick Flynn</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=468677" data-title="Twenty-Pound Stone de Nick Flynn" data-description="It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if offering my stomach, as if it were pulling me forward. At night the sun leaks from it, it turns cold, I sleep with it beside my head, I breath for it. Sometimes I dream of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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