<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536411" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XIX</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fled the booth with feelings as of Cain,<br>Yet laughing at my own bewilderment.<br>My cheeks had blushed till it was physical pain,<br>And my eyes smarted. Through my head there went<br>The little woman's last appealing word<br>Bidding me stop, in tones that smote afresh.<br>And 'twixt my finger and thumb there throbbed and stirred<br>The semblance of that monstrous pound of flesh,<br>The knee that I had handled. With it too<br>The jet beads of the little woman's skirt,<br>Where I had held her, left an impress new<br>And touched my conscience to a deeper hurt.<br>I was ashamed of all with shame intense,<br>My youth, my frailty, and my innocence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfrid+Scawen+Blunt">Wilfrid Scawen Blunt</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=536411" data-title="Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XIX de Wilfrid Scawen Blunt" data-description="I fled the booth with feelings as of Cain, Yet laughing at my own bewilderment. My cheeks had blushed till it was physical pain, And my eyes smarted. Through my head there went The little woman's last appealing word Bidding me stop, in tones that ..."></div> </div> </div>

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