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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=343685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Free Fantasia On Japanese Themes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=343685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All the afternoon there has been a chirping of birds,<br>And the sun lies warm and still on the western sides of swollen branches.<br>There is no wind;<br>Even the little twigs at the ends of the branches do not move,<br>And the needles of the pines are solid<br>Bands of inarticulated blackness<br>Against the blue-white sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=343685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Still, but alert;<br>And my heart is still and alert,<br>Passive with sunshine,<br>Avid of adventure.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=343685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I would experience new emotions,<br>Submit to strange enchantments,<br>Bend to influences<br>Bizarre, exotic,<br>Fresh with burgeoning.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=343685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I would climb a sacred mountain,<br>Struggle with other pilgrims up a steep path through pine-trees,<br>Above to the smooth, treeless slopes,<br>And prostrate myself before a painted shrine,<br>Beating my hands upon the hot earth,<br>Quieting my eyes upon the distant sparkle<br>Of the faint spring sea.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=343685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I would recline upon a balcony<br>In purple curving folds of silk,<br>And my dress should be silvered with a pattern<br>Of butterflies and swallows,<br>And the black band of my obi<br>Should flash with gold circular threads,<br>And glitter when I moved.<br>I would lean against the railing<br>While you sang to me of wars<br>Past and to come—<br>Sang, and played the samisen.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=343685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Perhaps I would beat a little hand drum<br>In time to your singing;<br>Perhaps I would only watch the play of light<br>Upon the hilt of your two swords.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=343685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I would sit in a covered boat,<br>Rocking slowly to the narrow waves of a river,<br>While above us, an arc of moving lanterns,<br>Curved a bridge,<br>A hiss of gold<br>Blooming out of darkness,<br>Rockets exploded,<br>And died in a soft dripping of colored stars.<br>We would float between the high trestles,<br>And drift away from other boats,<br>Until the rockets flared soundless,<br>And their falling stars hung silent in the sky,<br>Like wistaria clusters above the ancient entrance of a temple.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=343685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I would anything<br>Rather than this cold paper;<br>With outside, the quiet son on the sides of burgeoning branches,<br>And inside, only my books.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a></strong></div>