<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529053" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? --<br>My lady laughs, delighting in what is.<br>If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue.<br>She makes space lonely with a lovely song.<br>She lilts a low soft language, and I hear<br>Down long sea-chambers of the inner ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sing together; we sing mouth to mouth.<br>The garden is a river flowing south.<br>She cries out loud the soul's own secret joy;<br>She dances, and the ground bears her away.<br>She knows the speech of light, and makes it plain<br>A lively thing can come to life again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel her presence in the common day, <br>In that slow dark that widens every eye.<br>She moves as water moves, and comes to me,<br>Stayed by what was, and pulled by what would be.</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> <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=529053" data-title="She de Theodore Roethke" data-description="I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? -- My lady laughs, delighting in what is. If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue. She makes space lonely with a lovely song. She lilts a low soft language, and I hear Down long sea-chambers of the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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