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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476030" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death Alone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are lone cemeteries,<br>tombs full of soundless bones,<br>the heart threading a tunnel,<br>a dark, dark tunnel : <br>like a wreck we die to the very core,<br>as if drowning at the heart<br>or collapsing inwards from skin to soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are corpses,<br>clammy slabs for feet,<br>there is death in the bones,<br>like a pure sound,<br>a bark without its dog,<br>out of certain bells, certain tombs<br>swelling in this humidity like lament or rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see, when alone at times,<br>coffins under sail<br>setting out with the pale dead, women in their dead braids,<br>bakers as white as angels,<br>thoughtful girls married to notaries,<br>coffins ascending the vertical river of the dead,<br>the wine-dark river to its source,<br>with their sails swollen with the sound of death,<br>filled with the silent noise of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death is drawn to sound<br>like a slipper without a foot, a suit without its wearer,<br>comes to knock with a ring, stoneless and fingerless,<br>comes to shout without a mouth, a tongue, without a throat.<br>Nevertheless its footsteps sound<br>and its clothes echo, hushed like a tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not know, I am ignorant, I hardly see<br>but it seems to me that its song has the colour of wet violets,<br>violets well used to the earth,<br>since the face of death is green,<br>and the gaze of death green<br>with the etched moisture of a violet's leaf<br>and its grave colour of exasperated winter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But death goes about the earth also, riding a broom<br>lapping the ground in search of the dead - <br>death is in the broom,<br>it is the tongue of death looking for the dead,<br>the needle of death looking for the thread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death lies in our beds : <br>in the lazy mattresses, the black blankets,<br>lives a full stretch and then suddenly blows,<br>blows sound unknown filling out the sheets<br>and there are beds sailing into a harbour <br>where death is waiting, dressed as an admiral.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Pablo+Neruda">Pablo Neruda</a><div class=q>
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tombs full of soundless bones,
the heart threading a tunnel,
a dark, dark tunnel : 
like a wreck we die to the very core,
as if drowning at the heart
or collapsing inwards from skin to soul.

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