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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ferryer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three years after my father's death <br>he goes back to work. Unemployed <br>for twenty-five years, he's very glad <br>to be taken on again, shows up <br>on time, tireless worker. He sits <br>in the prow of the boat, sweet cox, turned<br>with his back to the carried. He is dead, but able <br>to kneel upright, facing forward <br>toward the other shore. Someone has closed <br>his mouth, so he looks more comfortable, not <br>thirsty or calling out, and his eyes <br>are open, there under the iris the black <br>line that appeared there in death. He is calm, <br>he is happy to be hired, he's in business again, <br>his new job is a joke between us and he <br>loves to have a joke with me, he keeps <br>a straight face. He waits, naked, <br>ivory bow figurehead, <br>ribs, nipples, lips, a gaunt <br>tall man, and when I bring people <br>and set them in the boat and push them off <br>my father poles them across the river <br>to the far bank. We don't speak, <br>he knows that this is simply someone <br>I want to get rid of, who makes me feel <br>ugly and afraid. I do not say <br>the way you did. He knows the labor <br>and loves it. When I dump someone in <br>he does not look back, he takes them straight <br>to hell. He wants to work for me <br>until I die. Then, he knows, I will<br>come to him, get in his boat<br>and be taken across, then hold out my broad <br>hand to his, help him ashore, we will <br>embrace like two who were never born, <br>naked, not breathing then up to our chins we will <br>pull the dark blanket of earth and<br>rest together at the end of the working day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sharon+Olds">Sharon Olds</a><div class=q>
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he goes back to work. Unemployed 
for twenty-five years, he's very glad 
to be taken on again, shows up 
on time, tireless worker. He sits 
in the prow of the boat, sweet cox, turned
with his back to the carrie..."></div>
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