<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473921" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>September Rain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">September Rain (sonnet) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Most days, on my way to the bar or grocery shop, <br>I walk past an old man who sits in the shade of <br>an oak, on a creaky sofa that has lost its place in <br>the lounge. I usually stop and talk to him, he can’t <br>remember me from one day to the next, tells me <br>the same story about his parents, and where he <br>grew up; Portugal of yore. He isn’t here today, only <br>the mantle, he wraps around himself when there <br>is a chill in the air, is flung on the old sofa; a zephyr <br>whispers that he will not be back. “Will I be that old? <br>I ask the waning sun. I sit on a sofa on the terrace, <br>a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, scan the sky, <br>in the vale where I live and my parents too lived, <br>we wait for September rain.</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=473921" data-title="September Rain de Oskar Hansen" data-description="September Rain (sonnet) Most days, on my way to the bar or grocery shop, I walk past an old man who sits in the shade of an oak, on a creaky sofa that has lost its place in the lounge. I usually stop and talk to him, he can’t remember me ..."></div> </div> </div>

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