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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521204" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Road and Hills</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall go away <br>To the brown hills, the quiet ones, <br>The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, <br>Sun-fired and drowsy! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My horse snuffs delicately <br>At the strange wind; <br>He settles to a swinging trot; his hoofs tramp the dust. <br>The road winds, straightens, <br>Slashes a marsh, <br>Shoulders out a bridge, <br>Then -- <br>Again the hills. <br>Unchanged, innumerable, <br>Bowing huge, round backs; <br>Holding secret, immense converse: <br>In gusty voices, <br>Fruitful, fecund, toiling <br>Like yoked black oxen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The clouds pass like great, slow thoughts <br>And vanish <br>In the intense blue. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My horse lopes; the saddle creaks and sways. <br>A thousand glittering spears of sun slant from on high. <br>The immensity, the spaces, <br>Are like the spaces <br>Between star and star. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hills sleep. <br>If I put my hand on one, <br>I would feel the vast heave of its breath. <br>I would start away before it awakened <br>And shook the world from its shoulders. <br>A cicada's cry deepens the hot silence. <br>The hills open <br>To show a slope of poppies, <br>Ardent, noble, heroic, <br>A flare, a great flame of orange; <br>Giving sleepy, brittle scent <br>That stings the lungs. <br>A creeping wind slips through them like a ferret; they bow and dance, <br>answering Beauty's voice . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The horse whinnies. I dismount <br>And tie him to the grey worn fence. <br>I set myself against the javelins of grass and sun; <br>And climb the rounded breast, <br>That flows like a sea-wave. <br>The summit crackles with heat, there is no shelter, no hollow from <br>the flagellating glare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lie down and look at the sky, shading my eyes. <br>My body becomes strange, the sun takes it and changes it, it does not feel, <br>it is like the body of another. <br>The air blazes. The air is diamond. <br>Small noises move among the grass . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blackly, <br>A hawk mounts, mounts in the inane <br>Seeking the star-road, <br>Seeking the end . . . <br>But there is no end. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, in this light, there is no end. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Vincent+Benet">Stephen Vincent Benet</a><div class=q>
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To the brown hills, the quiet ones, 
The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, 
Sun-fired and drowsy! 

My horse snuffs delicately 
At the strange wind; 
He settles to a swinging trot; his hoofs tramp the dust. 
The road winds, stra..."></div>
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