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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Feasts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I drink the gall of skies in autumn, tuberoses' <br>Sweet bitterness in your betrayals burning stream; <br>I drink the gall of nights, of crowded parties' noises, <br>Of sobbing virgin verse, and of a throbbing dream. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We fiends of studious fight a battle everlasting <br>Against our daily bread - can't stand the sober mood. <br>The troubled wind of nights is merely a toastmaster <br>Whose toasts, as like as not, will do no one much good. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Heredity and death are our guests at table. <br>A quiet dawn will paint bright-red the tops of trees. <br>An anapaest, like mice, will on the bread-plate scrabble, <br>And Cinderella will rush in to change her dress. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The floors have all been swept, and everything is dainty, <br>And like a child's sweet kiss, breathes quietly my verse, <br>And Cinderella flees-by cab on days of plenty, <br>And on shanks' pony when the last small coin is lost.</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=Boris+Pasternak">Boris Pasternak</a></strong></div>