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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lisbeth and the Artist</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lisbeth stands watching <br>The artist as he prepares <br>To sketch. Her elder sisters <br>Stand in shadows whispering. <br>Her younger sister plays <br>With her doll on the floor. <br>Their father said to do as <br>The artist instructed and <br>Don't misbehave or be rude. <br>The artist stares hard his <br>Dark eyes searching their <br>Every move and expression <br>And body gesture. The elder <br>Girls mutter in shadows <br>Their hands over their mouths <br>Their blue eyes like shallow <br>Pools. Ready? The artist <br>Asks putting charcoal to <br>Paper his fingers blackening. <br>Lisbeth says just as we are? <br>The artist nods. His grim <br>Features express do not disturb. <br>The youngest sister plays <br>Ignoring the artist her eyes set <br>On the game at hand. The girls <br>In shadow turn their profiles <br>Set to mystery their hands on <br>Their abdomens like guardians <br>Of virtue. Lisbeth wonders as <br>She watches the artist's stiff <br>Moustache and beard the slow <br>Movement of his mouth as he <br>Mouths words and stares hard. <br>The last artist employed some <br>Year before younger and less <br>Brutal in expression and manner <br>Had drawn them each in private <br>Rooms and set them down on couch <br>Or bed and kept their images inside <br>His head. He was dismissed and the <br>Drawings destroyed and nothing said. <br>Lisbeth had thought it just a game <br>Something done as lover might in <br>Private corners or lonely spots on <br>Quiet nights. The artist sketches. <br>His blackened fingers move and <br>Made their mark. Their images <br>Captured. The scene set. One sister <br>In the shadows yawns the other <br>Stares in still contempt. Lisbeth <br>Poses as young girls do. Nothing <br>To show of interest and nothing <br>Hid no secret self no other you. <br>That's it the artist says we'll begin <br>The painting another day maybe <br>Next week if all is well. The girls <br>In shadow look away and resume <br>Their secret games. Lisbeth studies <br>The artist's blackened fingers as <br>He rolls the charcoal sketch and <br>Puts away. He gazes at her standing <br>By herself a glimpse of smile and <br>Glimmer in her eyes like small fires. <br>He closes the tired lids of eyes <br>And smoulders down his old desires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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The artist as he prepares 
To sketch. Her elder sisters 
Stand in shadows whispering. 
Her younger sister plays 
With her doll on the floor. 
Their father said to do as 
The artist instructed and 
Don't misbehave or be rud..."></div>
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