<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539405" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ships Are Made Ready In Silence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moored to the same ring:<br>The hour, the darkness and I,<br>Our compasses hooded like falcons.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the memory of you comes aching in<br>With a wash of broken bits which never left port<br>In which once we planned voyages,<br>They come knocking like hearts asking:<br>What departures on this tide?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Breath of land, warm breath,<br>You tighten the cold around the navel,<br>Though all shores but the first have been foreign,<br>And the first was not home until left behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our choice is ours but we have not made it,<br>Containing as it does, our destination<br>Circled with loss as with coral, and<br>A destination only until attained.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have left you my hope to remember me by,<br>Though now there is little resemblance.<br>At this moment I could believe in no change,<br>The mast perpetually<br>Vacillating between the same constellations,<br>The night never withdrawing its dark virtue<br>>From the harbor shaped as a heart,<br>The sea pulsing as a heart,<br>The sky vaulted as a heart,<br>Where I know the light will shatter like a cry<br>Above a discovery:<br>'Emptiness.<br>Emptiness! Look!'<br>Look. This is the morning.</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=539405" data-title="The Ships Are Made Ready In Silence de William Stanley Merwin" data-description="Moored to the same ring: The hour, the darkness and I, Our compasses hooded like falcons. Now the memory of you comes aching in With a wash of broken bits which never left port In which once we planned voyages, They come knocking like hearts aski..."></div> </div> </div>

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