<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536232" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Futility</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 Move him into the sun--<br>2 Gently its touch awoke him once,<br>3 At home, whispering of fields unsown.<br>4 Always it awoke him, even in France,<br>5 Until this morning and this snow.<br>6 If anything might rouse him now<br>7 The kind old sun will know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8 Think how it wakes the seeds--<br>9 Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.<br>10 Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides<br>11 Full-nerved,--still warm,--too hard to stir?<br>12 Was it for this the clay grew tall?<br>13 --O what made fatuous sunbeams toil<br>14 To break earth's sleep at all?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfred+Owen">Wilfred Owen</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=536232" data-title="Futility de Wilfred Owen" data-description="1 Move him into the sun-- 2 Gently its touch awoke him once, 3 At home, whispering of fields unsown. 4 Always it awoke him, even in France, 5 Until this morning and this snow. 6 If anything might rouse him now 7 The kind old sun will know. 8 Thin..."></div> </div> </div>

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