<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498159" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poplar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do you always stand there shivering <br>Between the white stream and the road? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The people pass through the dust <br>On bicycles, in carts, in motor-cars; <br>The waggoners go by at down; <br>The lovers walk on the grass path at night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stir from your roots, walk, poplar! <br>You are more beautiful than they are. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know that the white wind loves you, <br>Is always kissing you and turning up <br>The white lining of your green petticoat. <br>The sky darts through you like blue rain, <br>And the grey rain drips on your flanks <br>And loves you. <br>And I have seen the moon <br>Slip his silver penny into your pocket <br>As you straightened your hair; <br>And the white mist curling and hesitating <br>Like a bashful lover about your knees. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know you, poplar; <br>I have watched you since I was ten. <br>But if you had a little real love, <br>A little strength, <br>You would leave your nonchalant idle lovers <br>And go walking down the white road <br>Behind the waggoners. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are beautiful beeches down beyond the hill. <br>Will you always stand there shivering?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Aldington">Richard Aldington</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=498159" data-title="The Poplar de Richard Aldington" data-description="Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust On bicycles, in carts, in motor-cars; The waggoners go by at down; The lovers walk on the grass path at night. Stir from your r..."></div> </div> </div>

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