<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The River Of Bees</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a dream I returned to the river of bees<br>Five orange trees by the bridge and<br>Beside two mills my house<br>Into whose courtyard a blind man followed<br>The goats and stood singing<br>Of what was older</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon it will be fifteen years</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was old he will have fallen into his eyes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took my eyes<br>A long way to the calenders<br>Room after room asking how shall I live</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One of the ends is made of streets<br>One man processions carry through it<br>Empty bottles their<br>Images of hope<br>It was offered to me by name</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once once and once<br>In the same city I was born<br>Asking what shall I say</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He will have fallen into his mouth<br>Men think they are better than grass</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I return to his voice rising like a forkful of hay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was old he is not real nothing is real<br>Nor the noise of death drawing water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the echo of the future</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the door it says what to do to survive<br>But we were not born to survive<br>Only to live</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=539404" data-title="The River Of Bees de William Stanley Merwin" data-description="In a dream I returned to the river of bees Five orange trees by the bridge and Beside two mills my house Into whose courtyard a blind man followed The goats and stood singing Of what was older Soon it will be fifteen years He was old he will hav..."></div> </div> </div>

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