<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539396" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Friends</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends without shields walk on the target</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is late the windows are breaking</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends without shoes leave<br>What they love<br>Grief moves among them as a fire among<br>Its bells<br>My friends without clocks turn<br>On the dial they turn<br>They part</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends with names like gloves set out<br>Bare handed as they have lived<br>And nobody knows them<br>It is they that lay the wreaths at the milestones it is their<br>Cups that are found at the wells<br>And are then chained up</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends without feet sit by the wall<br>Nodding to the lame orchestra<br>Brotherhood it says on the decorations<br>My friend without eyes sits in the rain smiling<br>With a nest of salt in his hand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends without fathers or houses hear<br>Doors opening in the darkness<br>Whose halls announce</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold the smoke has come home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends and I have in common<br>The present a wax bell in a wax belfry<br>This message telling of<br>Metals this<br>Hunger for the sake of hunger this owl in the heart<br>And these hands one<br>For asking one for applause</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends with nothing leave it behind<br>In a box<br>My friends without keys go out from the jails it is night<br>They take the same road they miss<br>Each other they invent the same banner in the dark<br>They ask their way only of sentries too proud to breathe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dawn the stars on their flag will vanish</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The water will turn up their footprints and the day will rise<br>Like a monument to my<br>Friends the forgotten</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Stanley+Merwin">William Stanley Merwin</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=539396" data-title="My Friends de William Stanley Merwin" data-description="My friends without shields walk on the target It is late the windows are breaking My friends without shoes leave What they love Grief moves among them as a fire among Its bells My friends without clocks turn On the dial they turn They part My f..."></div> </div> </div>

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