<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=474165" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>What The Poet Wrote</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What the Poet Wrote<br>(Birth over an open grave) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A poet wrote: ”Mothers give birth over an open grave. I thought it was harsh, most <br>children live long after their mothers die. A young man driving behind me was edgy <br>wanted to overtake thought I was driving too slow. I kept as far to the right as I could, <br>he saw his chance, but he was not quick enough, front collision. He wasn’t wearing<br> seat belt, died on the bonnet of his car. So much blood, dark red and sweet, but his <br>eyes were open and they saw beyond to a place I have never been. His mother, <br>a widow, collapsed when the coffin was lowered into a an unfeeling ground, she had <br>given birth over an open grave. I see a field lit by millions of candles in rows a man <br>walks among them and ever so often snuffs out light with his thumb and index finger.<br> But behind him new light appear, sometimes he turn go back and snuffs the new <br>lights out, mothers who have given birth over an open grave. He is now heading for <br>the part of the field where the candles have burnt out, only the wick flickers, quickly <br>he snuffs them out, but misses some, of people who live too long, those who death <br>has cruelly missed. There is no light on my terrace, a car passes by and plants casts<br> shadows on the wall, they have no colours. I’m past caring; tomorrow will come <br>whether I’m there or not, mother will never know if she gave birth to an open grave.</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=474165" data-title="What The Poet Wrote de Oskar Hansen" data-description="What the Poet Wrote (Birth over an open grave) A poet wrote: ”Mothers give birth over an open grave. I thought it was harsh, most children live long after their mothers die. A young man driving behind me was edgy wanted to overtake thought I..."></div> </div> </div>

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