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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537020" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Adam's Curse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WE sat together at one summer's end,<br>That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,<br>And you and I, and talked of poetry.<br>I said, 'A line will take us hours maybe;<br>Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,<br>Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.<br>Better go down upon your marrow-bones<br>And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones<br>Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;<br>For to articulate sweet sounds together<br>Is to work harder than all these, and yet<br>Be thought an idler by the noisy set<br>Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen<br>The martyrs call the world.'<br>And thereupon<br>That beautiful mild woman for whose sake<br>There's many a one shall find out all heartache<br>On finding that her voice is sweet and low<br>Replied, 'To be born woman is to know --<br>Although they do not talk of it at school --<br>That we must labour to be beautiful.'<br>I said, 'It's certain there is no fine thing<br>Since Adam's fall but needs much labouring.<br>There have been lovers who thought love should be<br>So much compounded of high courtesy<br>That they would sigh and quote with learned looks<br>precedents out of beautiful old books;<br>Yet now it seems an idle trade enough.'<br>We sat grown quiet at the name of love;<br>We saw the last embers of daylight die,<br>And in the trembling blue-green of the sky<br>A moon, worn as if it had been a shell<br>Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell<br>About the stars and broke in days and years.<br>I had a thought for no one's but your ears:<br>That you were beautiful, and that I strove<br>To love you in the old high way of love;<br>That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown<br>As weary-hearted as that hollow moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, 'A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been na..."></div>
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