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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473376" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tristia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have studied the Science of departures,<br>in night’s sorrows, when a woman’s hair falls down.<br>The oxen chew, there’s the waiting, pure,<br>in the last hours of vigil in the town,<br>and I reverence night’s ritual cock-crowing,<br>when reddened eyes lift sorrow’s load and choose<br>to stare at distance, and a woman’s crying<br>is mingled with the singing of the Muse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows, when the word ‘departure’ is spoken<br>  what kind of separation is at hand,<br>  or of what that cock-crow is a token,<br>  when a fire on the Acropolis lights the ground,<br>  and why at the dawning of a new life,<br>  when the ox chews lazily in its stall,<br>  the cock, the herald of the new life,<br>  flaps his wings on the city wall?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  I like the monotony of spinning,<br>  the shuttle moves to and fro,<br>  the spindle hums. Look, barefoot Delia’s running<br>  to meet you, like swansdown on the road!<br>  How threadbare the language of joy’s game,<br>  how meagre the foundation of our life!<br>  Everything was, and is repeated again:<br>  it’s the flash of recognition brings delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  So be it: on a dish of clean earthenware,<br>  like a flattened squirrel’s pelt, a shape,<br>  forms a small, transparent figure, where<br>  a girl’s face bends to gaze at the wax’s fate.<br>  Not for us to prophesy, Erebus, Brother of Night:<br>  Wax is for women: Bronze is for men.<br>  Our fate is only given in fight,<br>  to die by divination is given to them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Osip+Emilevich+Mandelstam">Osip Emilevich Mandelstam</a><div class=q>
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The oxen chew, there’s the waiting, pure,
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