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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Winding Stair And Other Poems</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN MEMORY OF EVA GORE-BOOTH AND CON MARKIEWICZ</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE light of evening, Lissadell,<br>Great windows open to the south,<br>Two girls in silk kimonos, both<br>Beautiful, one a gazelle.<br>But a raving autumn shears<br>Blossom from the summer's wreath;<br>The older is condemned to death,<br>Pardoned, drags out lonely years<br>Conspiring among the ignorant.<br>I know not what the younger dreams --<br>Some vague Utopia -- and she seems,<br>When withered old and skeleton-gaunt,<br>An image of such politics.<br>Many a time I think to seek<br>One or the other out and speak<br>Of that old Georgian mansion, mix<br>pictures of the mind, recall<br>That table and the talk of youth,<br>Two girls in silk kimonos, both<br>Beautiful, one a gazelle.<br>Dear shadows, now you know it all,<br>All the folly of a fight<br>With a common wrong or right.<br>The innocent and the beautiful.<br>Have no enemy but time;<br>Arise and bid me strike a match<br>And strike another till time catch;<br>Should the conflagration climb,<br>Run till all the sages know.<br>We the great gazebo built,<br>They convicted us of guilt;<br>Bid me strike a match and blow.</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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THE light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.
But a raving autumn shears
Blossom from the summer's wreath;
The older is c..."></div>
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