<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529722" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Transformations</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Portion of this yew<br>Is a man my grandsire knew,<br>Bosomed here at its foot:<br>This branch may be his wife,<br>A ruddy human life<br>Now turned to a green shoot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These grasses must be made<br>Of her who often prayed,<br>Last century, for repose;<br>And the fair girl long ago<br>Whom I often tried to know<br>May be entering this rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, they are not underground,<br>But as nerves and veins abound<br>In the growths of upper air,<br>And they feel the sun and rain,<br>And the energy again<br>That made them what they were!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</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=529722" data-title="Transformations de Thomas Hardy" data-description="Portion of this yew Is a man my grandsire knew, Bosomed here at its foot: This branch may be his wife, A ruddy human life Now turned to a green shoot. These grasses must be made Of her who often prayed, Last century, for repose; And the fair girl..."></div> </div> </div>

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