<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543581" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Small Elegy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends have left. Far away, my darling is asleep.<br>Outside, it's as dark as pitch.<br>I'm saying words to myself, words that are white<br>in the lamplight and when I'm half-asleep I begin<br>to think about my mother. Autumnal recollection.<br>Really, under the cover of winter, it's as if I know<br>everything---even what my mother is doing now.<br>She's at home in the kitchen. She has a small child's stove<br>toward which the wooden rocking horse can trot,<br>she has a small child's stove, the sort nobody uses today, but<br>she basks in its heat. Mother. My diminutive mom.<br>She sits quietly, hands folded, and thinks about<br>my father, who died years ago.<br>And then she is skinning fruit for me. I am<br>in the room. Sitting right next to her. You've got to see us,<br>God, you bully, who took so much. How<br>dark it is outside! What was I going to say?<br>Oh, yes, now I remember. Because<br>of all those hours I slept soundly, through calm<br>nights, because of all those loved ones who are deep<br>in dreams---Now, when everything's running short,<br>I can't stand being here by myself. The lamplight's too strong.<br>I am sowing grain on the headland.<br>I will not live long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jir%26%23237%3B+Orten">Jir&#237; Orten</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=543581" data-title="A Small Elegy de Jir&#237; Orten" data-description="My friends have left. Far away, my darling is asleep. Outside, it's as dark as pitch. I'm saying words to myself, words that are white in the lamplight and when I'm half-asleep I begin to think about my mother. Autumnal recollection. Really, under..."></div> </div> </div>

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