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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529041" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy For Jane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(My student, thrown by a horse)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils; <br>And her quick look, a sidelong pickerel smile; <br>And how, once started into talk, the light syllables leaped for her. <br>And she balanced in the delight of her thought, <br>A wren, happy, tail into the wind, <br>Her song trembling the twigs and small branches. <br>The shade sang with her; <br>The leaves, their whispers turned to kissing, <br>And the mould sang in the bleached valleys under the rose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, when she was sad, she cast herself down into such a pure depth, <br>Even a father could not find her: <br>Scraping her cheek against straw, <br>Stirring the clearest water. <br>My sparrow, you are not here, <br>Waiting like a fern, making a spiney shadow. <br>The sides of wet stones cannot console me, <br>Nor the moss, wound with the last light. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If only I could nudge you from this sleep, <br>My maimed darling, my skittery pigeon. <br>Over this damp grave I speak the words of my love: <br>I, with no rights in this matter, <br>Neither father nor lover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Theodore+Roethke">Theodore Roethke</a><div class=q>
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I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils; 
And her quick look, a sidelong pickerel smile; 
And how, once started into talk, the light syllables leaped for her. 
And she balanced in the delight of her tho..."></div>
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