<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hinterland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You speak to me, but does your speech<br>With truest truth your thought convey?<br>I listen to your words and each<br>Is what I wait to hear you say.<br>The pattern that your lips reveal,<br>How does it measure with your mind?<br>What undertones do you conceal?<br>Your smile is sweet - but what's behind?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I speak to you, but do I tell<br>The secret working of my brain?<br>Frank honesty would make life hell,<br>And truth be tantamount to pain.<br>When deep into the mind one delves,<br>Appalling verities we view;<br>If we betrayed our inner selves,<br>Would you hate man and I hate you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are we not strangers each to each,<br>And all alone we live and die?<br>Deception is the stuff of speech,<br>And life a smug and glossy lie,<br>Where puppet-like our parts we play:<br>The first in public we rehearse,<br>The second when we shrink away<br>into our private universe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The soul has its grim hinterland<br>'Twere better never to explore;<br>Dark jungles where obscenely planned<br>Prowl monsters of primaeval lore;<br>With primal fear our lives are fraught,<br>And cravenly we cower behind<br>The silences of secret thought,<br>The murky mazes of the Mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</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=508764" data-title="The Hinterland de Robert William Service" data-description="You speak to me, but does your speech With truest truth your thought convey? I listen to your words and each Is what I wait to hear you say. The pattern that your lips reveal, How does it measure with your mind? What undertones do you conceal? You..."></div> </div> </div>

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