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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506867" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Out, Out</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard<br>And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,<br>Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.<br>And from there those that lifted eyes could count<br>Five mountain ranges one behind the other<br>Under the sunset far into Vermont.<br>And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,<br>As it ran light, or had to bear a load.<br>And nothing happened: day was all but done.<br>Call it a day, I wish they might have said<br>To please the boy by giving him the half hour<br>That a boy counts so much when saved from work.<br>His sister stood beside them in her apron<br>To tell them &quot;Supper.&quot; At that word, the saw,<br>As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,<br>Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap -<br>He must have given the hand. However it was,<br>Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!<br>The boy's first outcry was a rueful laugh,<br>As he swung toward them holding up the hand<br>Half in appeal, but half as if to keep<br>The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all -<br>Since he was old enough to know, big boy<br>Doing a man's work, though a child at heart -<br>He saw all spoiled. &quot;Don't let him cut my hand off -<br>The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!&quot;<br>So. But the hand was gone already.<br>The doctor put him in the dark of ether.<br>He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.<br>And then - the watcher at his pulse took fright.<br>No one believed. They listened at his heart.<br>Little - less - nothing! - and that ended it.<br>No more to build on there. And they, since they<br>Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Frost">Robert Frost</a><div class=q>
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