<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485051" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Stalemate</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not give thanks to the hands that feed me </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I work for those <br>Hands anyway <br>Writing his letters <br>His own contents <br>Not to my delight </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love somebody else, her hands are soft <br>Her thoughts so graceful <br>Touching me <br>Penetrating the deepest recesses of my brain <br>My soul jumps with joy <br>To the sight of her, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She eats me, I am half-consumed yet I <br>Sing of her <br>Kiss her all day </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet what does she give me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This death unto myself, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hands that feed me caress me to no end <br>Helping me live, I understand this kindness perfectly </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How I wish to love the feeding hands <br>How I wish to reeducate myself & learn to live on these hands </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am hardheaded, as always thinking about her all day all night long. <br>The heart has its own foolish reasons, while the feeding hands </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are patient, and silent, understanding my true longings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=485051" data-title="A Stalemate de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="I do not give thanks to the hands that feed me I work for those Hands anyway Writing his letters His own contents Not to my delight I love somebody else, her hands are soft Her thoughts so graceful Touching me Penetrating the deepest re..."></div> </div> </div>

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