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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468986" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost Tram</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walked an unfamiliar street<br>And suddenly heard a raven's cry,<br>And the sound of a lute, and distant thunder,-<br>In front of me a tram was flying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How I jumped onto its foot board,<br>Was a mystery to me,<br>Even in daylight it left behind<br>A fiery trail in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It rushed like a dark, winged storm,<br>And was lost in the abyss of time...<br>Tram-driver, stop,<br>Stop the tram now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too late. We had already turned the corner,<br>We tore through a forest of palms,<br>Over the Neva, the Nile, the Seine<br>We thundered across three bridges.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And slipping by the window frame,<br>A poor old man threw us an inquisitive glance-<br>The very same old man, of course,<br>Who had died in Beirut a year ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where am I? So languid and troubled<br>The beat of my heart responds:<br>'Do you see the station where you can buy<br>A ticket to the India of the soul?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sign...Blood-filled letters<br>Announce: 'Zelennaya,'-I know that here<br>Instead of cabbages and rutabagas<br>The heads of the dead are for sale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a red shirt, with a face like an udder,<br>The executioner cuts my head off, too,<br>It lies together with the others<br>Here, in a slippery box, at the very bottom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in a side street a board fence,<br>A house three windows wide, a gray lawn...<br>Tram-driver, stop,<br>Stop the tram now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mashenka, you lived here and sang,<br>You wove me, your betrothed, a carpet,<br>Where are your voice and body now,<br>Is it possible that you are dead?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How you groaned in your front chamber,<br>While I, in a powdered wig,<br>Went to introduce myself to the Empress<br>Never to see you again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I understand: our freedom<br>Is only an indirect light from those times,<br>People and shadows stand at the entrance<br>To a zoological park of planets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a sudden, familiar, sweet wind blows,<br>A horseman's hand in an iron glove<br>And two hooves of his horse<br>Fly at me over the bridge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That faithful stronghold of Orthodoxy,<br>Isaac's, is etched upon the sky,<br>There I will hold a service for Mashenka's health<br>And a requiem mass for myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And my heart goes on forever in gloom,<br>It is hard to breathe and painful to live...<br>Mashenka, I never would have dreamed<br>That such love and longing were possible.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nikolai+Stepanovich+Gumilev">Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev</a><div class=q>
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And suddenly heard a raven's cry,
And the sound of a lute, and distant thunder,-
In front of me a tram was flying.

How I jumped onto its foot board,
Was a mystery to me,
Even in daylight it left behind
A fiery trail ..."></div>
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