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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537439" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Horse Show</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Constantly near you, I never in my entire<br>sixty-four years knew you so well as yesterday<br>or half so well. We talked. you were never <br>so lucid, so disengaged from all exigencies<br>of place and time. We talked of ourselves,<br>intimately, a thing never heard between us.<br>How long have we waited? almost a hundred years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You said, Unless there is some spark, some<br>spirit we keep within ourselves, a life, a<br>continuing life's impossible-and it is all<br>we have. There is no other life, only the one.<br>The world of the spirits that come afterward<br>is the same as our own, just like you sitting<br>there they come and talk to me, just the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They come to bother us. Why? I said. I don't<br>know. Perhaps to find out what we are doing.<br>Jealous, do you think? I don't know. I<br>don't know why they should want to come back.<br>I was reading about some men who had been<br>buried under a mountain, I said to her, and<br>one of them came back after two months,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">digging himself out. It was in Switzerland,<br>you remember? Of course I remember. The<br>villagers tho't it was a ghost coming down<br>to complain. They were frightened. They<br>do come, she said, what you call<br>my 'visions.' I talk to them just as I<br>am talking to you. I see them plainly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh if I could only read! You don't know<br>what adjustments I have made. All<br>I can do is to try to live over again<br>what I knew when your brother and you<br>were children-but I can't always succeed.<br>Tell me about the horse show. I have<br>been waiting all week to hear about it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother darling, I wasn't able to get away.<br>Oh that's too bad. It was just a show;<br>they make the horses walk up and down<br>to judge them by their form. Oh is that<br>all? I tho't it was something else. Oh<br>they jump and run too. I wish you had been <br>there, I was so interested to hear about it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Carlos+Williams">William Carlos Williams</a><div class=q>
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