<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Equinoctial Chant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A.<br>Even, neve<br>Neverending summer calms<br>At costs. The beads of sweat<br>Dripping off my nose, and the mulberry<br>Leaves riot in primary<br>Colors, along with their brothers-<br>The cottonwoods of the West, <br>Our maples flapping in the breeze, <br>Vinegar elms, poison oak, <br>And my friend the hophornbeam.<br>Burning bright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the Tyger never drops<br>Her ornamentation, never gives<br>Counsel to her shadow<br>Steeped directly to the east or west<br>At twilight time. We do.<br>We do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the ones<br>Who walked into the night<br>And paid heed to the alignment<br>Of stars and the grandeur<br>Of the mountainous steeps, boulders<br>Flowing, in autumn, <br>In a riot of color.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">B.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The evergreen<br>Stands too proud<br>To change.<br>Is pride wisdom? <br>Hardly.<br>Is wisdom<br>Constancy? <br>Yes; to them those<br>Neighbors are partying animals, <br>Drunks of the woods.<br>Adverse to noise<br>Are the wise; <br>But distended in color<br>For though is prismatic in nature: <br>There can be no black of night, <br>Only the hammering home<br>Of raw color.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stan+Petrovich">Stan Petrovich</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=520694" data-title="Equinoctial Chant de Stan Petrovich" data-description="A. Even, neve Neverending summer calms At costs. The beads of sweat Dripping off my nose, and the mulberry Leaves riot in primary Colors, along with their brothers- The cottonwoods of the West, Our maples flapping in the breeze, Vinegar elms, po..."></div> </div> </div>

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