<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476321" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pigeons</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ODALISQUES, odalisques,<br>Treading the pavement<br>With feet pomegranate-stained:<br>We bartered for, bought you<br>Back in the years<br>Ah, then we knew you,<br>Odalisques, odalisques,<br>Treading the pavement<br>With feet pomegranate-stained!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queens of the air<br>Aithra, lole,<br>Eos and Auge,<br>Taking new beauty<br>From the sun's evening brightness,<br>Gyring in light<br>As nymphs play in waters<br>Aithra, lole,<br>Eos and Auge!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then down on our doorsteps,<br>Gretchen and Dora. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II<br>Pigeons that have flown down from the courts behind the orchards! Pigeons that run along the beach to take sand into your crops! What contrast is between you, birds of a rare stock, and the waves that know only the buccaneer sea-gulls and the sand-marten emigrants! And what contrast is between your momentary wildness here and your graces in the courtyards beyond the orchards!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You rise up and fly out five wave lengths from the beach. And now a strange element is under you the green, tumbling, untried sea. With that half-remembered element below you, you think, maybe, of rocky breeding-places and strong mates. Bravely<br>you hang above the untried, alluring sea just five wave-lengths out!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You remind us of the ladies who came down to the gypsy carts that were on the beach yesterday, and swore they would take to the gypsy ways!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now you run along by the waves, taking more grains of sand into your crops!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A wave-break startles you. You take to your wings again. Now you see the dove-cotes beyond the orchards, and you fly towards them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all night long you will hear the sea breaking, and you will dream, maybe, in the dove-cotes, of strong mates and rocky breeding places.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dawn you will fly down to the beach again, run along the hard sand, take grains into your crops, and fly five wavelengths<br>from the beach.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sand-martens will have left their holes, and you will see them gathered in flocks on the sand-heights, the dusky gypsies. <br>And you will not notice when they have departed, going without after-thoughts, going over that green, alluring element, the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pigeons that run along the beach, taking sand into your crops!</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=476321" data-title="Pigeons de Padraic Colum" data-description="ODALISQUES, odalisques, Treading the pavement With feet pomegranate-stained: We bartered for, bought you Back in the years Ah, then we knew you, Odalisques, odalisques, Treading the pavement With feet pomegranate-stained! Queens of the air Aithra..."></div> </div> </div>

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