<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=574271" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sun and Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sun, and sun, and sun, and sun, <br>And night, and night, and night, and night.<br>We get up and revolve, eat, make love: <br>Some of us go down to the park and swing, <br>Some of us cry her name in sleep-<br>The beauty we do all of this for, <br>The opposite body we do not know, <br>But wish to handle with devilish alacrities-<br>I’ve climbed a tall mountain in Colorado when<br>It was past my bedtime, and the little boy coming down<br>With his parents told me it was too late; <br>But I climbed it anyway, the rolling back of false summits, <br>To see the hidden threshold the sun runs through after her.<br>The plaque placed near the end by a weeping mother<br>For the dead skier, <br>The marble aspens at her shivering throat, <br>All the dark things which come into this world, <br>And are twisted up and confused, and utterly beautiful.<br>And she is confused, when she takes his hand and draws him to bed.<br>Made-up but hesitant, her legs open another time<br>As dusk transcends and flint sparks her moans in the dimmed room: <br>All of this I’ve never seen, as I’ve never touched the inner course of<br>Her thigh, never seen the things she shows him time and again, <br>The nocturnal budding of mammalian rosaries, <br>The clanging together of fleshed bones, the rights to lips<br>And bights of teeth, and tongues everywhere in the throws: <br>Somehow becomes mundane, the chalice sipped every evening, <br>And thus unappreciated, but not for me: <br>The unfamiliar lake where the women swim unabashedly nude, <br>Each of their fingers playing in their sorority’s gay ring: <br>If she welcomed me with a coy nod, seeing where I<br>Have summited, seeing only me against the dozing clouds<br>Atop the drowsing world, the thin air I cut myself into for her, <br>And she called me down into the confusion of trees, <br>Where the light dwindles like a dying stream, <br>I would make a bed with her in the nettles and birds, <br>And coil into her unwinding through the apertures of surrender.<br>And sun, and sun, and sun, and sun, <br>And night, and night, and night, and night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</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=574271" data-title="Sun and Night de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="And sun, and sun, and sun, and sun, And night, and night, and night, and night. We get up and revolve, eat, make love: Some of us go down to the park and swing, Some of us cry her name in sleep- The beauty we do all of this for, The opposite b..."></div> </div> </div>

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