Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471619" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Game with the Wheel and Stick</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The whiff of exultance stirs the maladroit pace<br>Of the mantling clouds of the noon-time haze, <br>‘Twas another dance for the buckling dusts<br>Beneath the fluttering canopy of the jaunty slugs<br>Of feet and the tinkering gist these children seek<br>In playing this game with the wheel and stick; <br>Beating the corpulent ring with a stick up the hill<br>And down need not steer the unfettered wheel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the innocuous charade, my resilience trampled<br>As I heard the wails of the shattering scaffold<br>Oh, what a picturesque scene bloats the meadows<br>While these children fondle the stick and the wheel wallows; <br>The joie de vivre that inveigles the unclothed sun, <br>The glissando phase that cloys the assiduous wand<br>And the same impetus that conveys the wheel in miles<br>Could only taint a scarce desire in my lifeless smiles</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The system is simple: participate but do not topple<br>Pound the wheel with the stick and veer quite supple<br>And the wheel shall roll with the frothing chortles<br>While the stick hang loosely in chasing the dawdle<br>Over and over, the stick shall thrust the cavalcade<br>While sating in the wheel's travails and the giggling serenade<br>Pummeling and pummeling but never setting farther<br>Gobbling the friction in a farce quite harder</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of course you haven't followed my sympathy for the stick<br>For you have never been at the fringes of the creek<br>Have you seen the hands that suffocates the baton<br>And how it vied to hold back in its chaffed complexion? <br>For in the master plan it is but a tepid fire<br>That shall ignite the cloaked potency of a quagmire<br>And never an expedition without the trimmings of surfeit, <br>And never the buoyant rolling in the grasses of fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</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=471619" data-title="This Game with the Wheel and Stick de Norman Santos" data-description="The whiff of exultance stirs the maladroit pace
Of the mantling clouds of the noon-time haze, 
‘Twas another dance for the buckling dusts
Beneath the fluttering canopy of the jaunty slugs
Of feet and the tinkering gist these children seek
In pla..."></div>
</div>
</div>