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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=585990" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Discordants</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>Music I heard with you was more than music,	<br>And bread I broke with you was more than bread.	<br>Now that I am without you, all is desolate,	<br>All that was once so beautiful is dead.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your hands once touched this table and this silver,	 <br>And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.	<br>These things do not remember you, beloved:	<br>And yet your touch upon them will not pass.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For it was in my heart you moved among them,	<br>And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes.	 <br>And in my heart they will remember always:	<br>They knew you once, O beautiful and wise!	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II<br>My heart has become as hard as a city street:	<br>The horses trample upon it, it sings like iron;	<br>All day long and all night long they beat—	 <br>They ring like the hoofs of time.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart has become as drab as a city park:	<br>The grass is worn with the feet of shameless lovers,	<br>A match is struck, there is kissing in the dark,	<br>The moon comes, pale with sleep.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart is torn with the sound of raucous voices,	<br>They shout from the slums, from the streets, from the crowded places;	<br>And tunes from a hurdy-gurdy that coldly rejoices	<br>Shoot arrows into my heart …	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my belovèd, sleeping so far from me,	 <br>Walking alone in sunlight, or in blue moonlight,	<br>Are you alive there, far across that sea?—	<br>Or were you only a dream?	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III<br>Vermilioned mouth, tired with many kisses,	<br>Eyes, that have lighted for so many eyes,	 <br>Are you not wearied yet with countless lovers,	<br>Desirous now to take even me for prize?	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Draw not my glance, nor set my sick heart beating,	<br>Body so stripped, for all your silks and lace!	<br>Do not reach out pale hands to me, seductive,	 <br>Nor slant sly eyes, O subtly smiling face!	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I am drawn to you, like wind I follow,	<br>Like a warm amorous wind; though I desire	<br>Even in dream to keep one face before me—	<br>One face like fire, and holier than fire.<br>.............................................</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walk beneath these trees, and in this darkness	<br>Muse beyond seas of her from whom I came,	<br>While you, with cat-like step, steal close beside me,	<br>Spreading your perfume round me like soft flame.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! should I once stoop face and forehead to you,	 <br>Into and through your sweetness, a night like this,	<br>In the lime-blossomed darkness feel your bosom,	<br>Warm and so soft, and find your lips to kiss,	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And tear at your strange flesh with crazy fingers,	<br>And drink with mouth gone mad your eyes’ wild wine,	 <br>And cleave to you, body with breathless body,	<br>Till bestial were exalted to divine —	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would I again, O lamia silked and scented,	<br>Out of the slumberous magic of your eyes,	<br>And your narcotic perfume, soft and febrile,	 <br>Have the romantic hardihood to rise,	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And set my heart across great seas of distance	<br>With love unsullied for her from whom I came?…	<br>With cat-like step you steal beside me, past me,	<br>Leaving your perfume round me like soft flame.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV<br>Dead Cleopatra lies in a crystal casket,	<br>Wrapped and spiced by the cunningest of hands.	<br>Around her neck they have put a golden necklace,	<br>Her tatbebs, it is said, are worn with sands.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dead Cleopatra was once revered in Egypt—	 <br>Warm-eyed she was, this princess of the south.	<br>Now she is very old and dry and faded,	<br>With black bitumen they have sealed up her mouth.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grave-robbers pulled the gold rings from her fingers,	<br>Despite the holy symbols across her breast;	 <br>They scared the bats that quietly whirled above her.	<br>Poor lady! she would have been long since at rest	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If she had not been wrapped and spiced so shrewdly,	<br>Preserved, obscene, to mock black flights of years.	<br>What would her lover have said, had he foreseen it?<br>Had he been moved to ecstasy, or tears?	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sweet clean earth from whom the green blade cometh!—	<br>When we are dead, my best-beloved and I,	<br>Close well above us that we may rest forever,	<br>Sending up grass and blossoms to the sky.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">V<br>In the noisy street,	<br>Where the sifted sunlight yellows the pallid faces,	<br>Sudden I close my eyes, and on my eyelids	<br>Feel from the far-off sea a cool faint spray,	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A breath on my cheek,	 <br>From the tumbling breakers and foam, the hard sand shattered;	<br>Gulls in the high wind whistling, flashing waters,	<br>Smoke from the flashing waters blown on rocks.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I know once more,	<br>O dearly belovèd, that all these seas are between us—	 <br>Tumult and madness, desolate save for the sea-gulls;	<br>You on the farther shore, and I in this street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Conrad+Aiken">Conrad Aiken</a><div class=q>
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