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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571636" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sestina - Cycling</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">November bomb-fires refuse to take light<br>Like sultry splutters of a lazy passion.<br>And drowsy hedgehogs under dead, damp wood<br>Dream snail’s trail filaments of kiss and touch.<br>Autumnal sodden leaves, leave underfoot, <br>A worn, discarded carpet once so lush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cold winter heart of mornings, sunlight lush, <br>Spangle frosts on bare branches and delight<br>In shining grass blades crunching underfoot.<br>Invade my sleepy heart, excite my passion.<br>I yearn for kisses, search for trembling touch.<br>Tentatively snap dead-wood’s bitter wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rising greenly, sap springs through new wood, <br>Feeding fresh leaf, nourishing bud till lush<br>Summer arrives. Await the radiant touch! <br>Anticipate! The sun’s young rays spread light, <br>Tempting seeds of lust to swell in passion, <br>Crushing memories which echo underfoot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wise warnings thud above whilst underfoot<br>The thundering tramplings of the wild, wild wood<br>Call out. “Unleash your thwarted passion.<br>Drink in the nectar of life’s root, the lush<br>Intoxicating spirit that sets light<br>Your body with the need for urgent touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laden boughs bend overhead to touch<br>A verdant rug of green laid underfoot.<br>Sky brightness winks and blinks. The broken light<br>Peeps through. Charcoal dark, my cleft heart of wood<br>Remnant of fire, lies guarded in the lush<br>Cutting blades of grass that hide my passion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaves scuttle, dry husks rush round with passion<br>Press-ganged by the wind. Gems dyed by the touch<br>Of death in glowing hues. Fruit full and lush<br>With wasps, reaping juice fallen underfoot.<br>For good, my soul is yearly marked like wood<br>Rings revealing all, sealed away from light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Envoi</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can passion trampled underfoot spring up<br>Again? Can touch revive the flame in wood<br>Snuffed by lush, lush rain? Can kisses make light?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Janet+Budd">Janet Budd</a><div class=q>
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Like sultry splutters of a lazy passion.
And drowsy hedgehogs under dead, damp wood
Dream snail’s trail filaments of kiss and touch.
Autumnal sodden leaves, leave underfoot, 
A worn, discarded carpet once..."></div>
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