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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=578930" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Weaving (Love Poem)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">July was always the month for me. I cling <br>to July as if there are no doubts about <br>July. I feel human enough and animal enough <br>in July. I identify with those harvests flying <br>just above the rock walls, and then bursting <br>from themselves into the ground, into each other. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm talking about a plain garden with apricots <br>and lemons, where the cicadas play in the sage but never <br>show their watery guitars. And what is that harvest <br>all about? Their music is a harvest, an overflowing <br>harvest, whether those musicians and their instruments <br>are visible, or not. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm saying I have everything in July. I'm saying <br>that July is the birth of it. July <br>the spiders born in the camellias. July <br>the hummingbird and the olive― <br>and that's Linda Janakos' hummingbird <br>asleep in her lap, that's Linda Janakos' olive, <br>the one with the breast inside of it. <br>This is what my sister stitched <br>to the weaving inside her brother's head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Doren+Robbins">Doren Robbins</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=578930" data-title="The Weaving (Love Poem) de Doren Robbins" data-description="July was always the month for me. I cling to July as if there are no doubts about July. I feel human enough and animal enough in July. I identify with those harvests flying just above the rock walls, and then bursting from themselves into the..."></div> </div> </div>
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