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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545391" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anonymity for history?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do not want to be seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Can you appreciate what I mean?) <br>I want to be invisible among the crowd, <br>not loudly laughing, not outstanding, <br>not too hushened, not too loud, <br>not the one with blue-burning eyes, <br>or the rabbit-in-headlights look of suprise; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish to engage with history....<br>so many things I desire to see<br>and to be<br>a part of them, <br>absorb them; <br>and I ask myself: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">just when<br>will I take myself back to earlier London, <br>to Waterloo Bridge, <br>Londinium, <br>its Celtic heritage<br>vivid, burning<br>in my brain....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when will I see sights no longer, now, <br>the same...? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">... Wander along to Pulcher's place, Isis; <br>-seal my memories<br>with your kiss upon my face, <br>(in 'that' place) <br>and a photograph, <br>and a wee ironic, captured laugh....? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When will I again walk over Ludgate Hill<br>-stretch my limbs through history, until<br>I feel as exhausted in mind as much as in body<br>as Classicianus must surely have been? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The forum and the basilica<br>ever, ever nearer, nearer; <br>Leadenhall Market; <br>and let us not forget<br>that kiss<br>to accomplish<br>the art of walking<br>whilst talking<br>whilst taking me, you, us<br>by tube, train, bus<br>through a physical and emotional journey<br>that must be covered precariously; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">walking, talking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Britannia Superior, is London<br>(York only acheived 'Inferior' :)) <br>AD 200, or somewhere around...<br>and have my feet yet touched the ground? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I beg to show<br>you, me, around; <br>there is beauty to appreciate, <br>and history, right up-to-date.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Maxiumus, he of the Mint - <br>what would he think<br>now that our banks have sinned<br>in their modern mediocrity, <br>their impingement upon you and me<br>even now, as we traverse the complexity<br>of these ever-increasingly historical streets, <br>with a tossed-off smile to those we meet, <br>the epitomy<br>of modern courtesey? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(And yes; it comes so naturally.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes I wish for anonymity, <br>for all of us. Not history.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yesterday we made our history<br>in our joined anonymity; <br>we took our journey, <br>made our vows, <br>and through shared learning<br>made history 'now'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tara+McH">Tara McH</a><div class=q>
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(Can you appreciate what I mean?) 
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not too hushened, not too loud, 
not the one with blue-burning eyes, 
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