<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473851" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Ocean</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old Ocean</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They break up big boulders, near the houses where I live, <br> what I see used to be the bottom of an old ocean.<br>The stones break easily, pieces glitter as crystal in the sun.<br>I pick up a splinter, lick it and can taste the cool, clear sea.<br> My inner ear picks up the sea’s ripples on the strand, but <br>also, the contented hum of an ocean alone. I also hear its <br>ire as waves upon waves, futilely, crashes on to jagged <br>cliffs of perpetuity. Overcome by awe I’ve tasted eternity, <br>It’s salty; and if you get too obsessed about it, can give you <br>fatally high blood pressure.</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> <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=473851" data-title="Old Ocean de Oskar Hansen" data-description="Old Ocean They break up big boulders, near the houses where I live, what I see used to be the bottom of an old ocean. The stones break easily, pieces glitter as crystal in the sun. I pick up a splinter, lick it and can taste the cool, clear sea..."></div> </div> </div>

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