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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535660" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Repose Of Needles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Sanju, <br>who says she is<br>rotting within, <br>and dampening</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And once again, <br>for my father</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>If you need to stand or lie<br>in the shade for awhile then<br>do so as farmers do, as does<br>my father who farms his despair<br>in hot sun then lays beneath<br>pines in cooler shade to rest, <br>to dream that activity between<br>dirt and sky means some lasting<br>thing in its doing even though<br>his ruined life cannot make<br>it right between clouds and<br>his obsession with weeds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Between the garden and the<br>untilled woods he rests, <br>repose of needles and bark, <br>mid-day sun insisting its<br>question slowly. Night dawning<br>he at last in darkness stands<br>returned from day, a practical<br>vision of green shoots to come<br>from blistered hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up hill to the colder house, <br>he wills himself to life-enough, <br>speaks some words to wife, <br>arcs widely around silent wary<br>children and lives to be old.<br>His loss of memory leaves it<br>for others to forgive, to live on<br>in the rich rot of that ongoing<br>question which nurtures his<br>memory haltingly, gracefully, on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Astonished, I have arrived at<br>love for him who hurt me most, <br>have learned to obey the odor<br>of decaying things compelling <br>hands to dirt. Within the dream <br>of staying, the tendril and the heart, <br>my aging body takes on my <br>father's form.I, too, like him, <br>am a farmer when I note how <br>it moves in its winding reach, <br>rooting, rising, giving horizon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q>
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who says she is
rotting within, 
and dampening

And once again, 
for my father


If you need to stand or lie
in the shade for awhile then
do so as farmers do, as does
my father who farms his despair
in hot sun then lays beneath
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