<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476285" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Crows</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THEN, suddenly, I was aware indeed<br>Of what he said, and was revolving it:<br>How, in the night, crows often take to wing,<br>Rising from off the tree-tops in Drumbarr,<br>And flying on: I pictured what he told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crows that shake the night-damp off their wings<br>Upon the stones out yonder in the fields,<br>The first live things that we see in the mornings;<br>The crows that march across the fields, that sit<br>Upon the ash-trees' branches, that fly home<br>And crowd the elm-tops over in Drumbarr;<br>The crows we look on at all hours of light,<br>Growing, and full, and going these black beings have<br>Another lifetime!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crows flying in the dark<br>Blackness in darkness flying; beings unseen<br>Except by eyes that are like to their own<br>Trespassers' eyes!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you, old man, with eyes so quick and sharp,<br>Who've told me of the crows, my fosterer;<br>And you, old woman, upon whose lap I've lain<br>When I was taken from my mother's lap;<br>And you, young girl, with looks that have come down<br>From forefathers, my kin ye have another life<br>I've glimpsed it, I becoming trespasser-<br>Blackness in darkness flying like the crows!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Padraic+Colum">Padraic Colum</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=476285" data-title="Crows de Padraic Colum" data-description="THEN, suddenly, I was aware indeed Of what he said, and was revolving it: How, in the night, crows often take to wing, Rising from off the tree-tops in Drumbarr, And flying on: I pictured what he told. The crows that shake the night-damp off thei..."></div> </div> </div>

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