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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>October’s Pretence.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rain, nature is greening, but it’s a false spring; December will <br>pale the land into submission. Do not write poetry till February, <br>when almond trees blossom and strew petals about in protest<br> thinking winter takes the season of its sinister drama too far.<br>Last winter snow fell, a wonder land; people said they had not <br>seen snow for forty seven years. The stream is xanthous I think <br>of China’s main river where dolphins, not seen for years, swim <br>in cloudy water. What can’t be seen cannot be caught by man.<br>Dawn, on the track a boar, sniffed the air and grunted; a hairy, <br>pig in need of a pair of glasses. I moved and it disappeared into<br> the brushwood. On nature walks I used to take a camera, but<br>wild animals hate having their photo taken and avoided my <br>intrusive lens I was left with taking photos of trees, weeds and <br>evergreen bushes. My lazy dreaminess has paid off I have had <br>a good life no one ever expected anything glorious of me, and <br>left me in peace. If you look for me I will be on a bus trying to <br>find the fabulous castle; I once saw when I could see the future.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a><div class=q>
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