<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=481203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mail Call</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The letters always just evade the hand<br>One skates like a stone into a beam, falls like a bird.<br>Surely the past from which the letters rise<br>Is waiting in the future, past the graves?<br>The soldiers are all haunted by their lives.<br>Their claims upon their kind are paid in paper<br>That established a presence, like a smell.<br>In letters and in dreams they see the world.<br>They are waiting: and the years contract<br>To an empty hand, to one unuttered sound --<br>The soldier simply wishes for his name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Randall+Jarrell">Randall Jarrell</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=481203" data-title="Mail Call de Randall Jarrell" data-description="The letters always just evade the hand One skates like a stone into a beam, falls like a bird. Surely the past from which the letters rise Is waiting in the future, past the graves? The soldiers are all haunted by their lives. Their claims upon th..."></div> </div> </div>

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