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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507175" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poet in the Nursery</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling <br>In a dim library, just behind the chair <br>From which the ancient poet was mum-mumbling <br>A song about some Lovers at a Fair, <br>Pulling his long white beard and gently grumbling<br>That rhymes were beastly things and never there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as I groped, the whole time I was thinking <br>About the tragic poem I’d been writing,... <br>An old man’s life of beer and whisky drinking, <br>His years of kidnapping and wicked fighting;<br>And how at last, into a fever sinking, <br>Remorsefully he died, his bedclothes biting. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But suddenly I saw the bright green cover <br>Of a thin pretty book right down below; <br>I snatched it up and turned the pages over,<br>To find it full of poetry, and so <br>Put it down my neck with quick hands like a lover, <br>And turned to watch if the old man saw it go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The book was full of funny muddling mazes, <br>Each rounded off into a lovely song,<br>And most extraordinary and monstrous phrases <br>Knotted with rhymes like a slave-driver’s thong. <br>And metre twisting like a chain of daisies <br>With great big splendid words a sentence long. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took the book to bed with me and gloated, <br>Learning the lines that seemed to sound most grand; <br>So soon the pretty emerald green was coated <br>With jam and greasy marks from my hot hand, <br>While round the nursery for long months there floated <br>Wonderful words no one could understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q>
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In a dim library, just behind the chair 
From which the ancient poet was mum-mumbling 
A song about some Lovers at a Fair, 
Pulling his long white beard and gently grumbling
That rhymes were beastly..."></div>
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