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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Annihilation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While the blue noon above us arches,<br>And the poplar sheds disconsolate leaves,<br>Tell me again why love bewitches,<br>And what love gives.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is the trembling finger that traces<br>The eyebrow’s curve, the curve of the cheek?<br>The mouth that quivers, when the hand caresses,<br>But cannot speak?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No, not these, not in these is hidden<br>The secret, more than in other things:<br>Not only the touch of a hand can gladden<br>Till the blood sings.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is the leaf that falls between us,<br>The bells that murmur, the shadows that move,<br>The autumnal sunlight that fades upon us:<br>These things are love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is the ‘No, let us sit here longer,’<br>The ‘Wait till tomorrow,’ the ‘Once I knew —’<br>These trifles, said as I touch your finger,<br>And the clock strikes two.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The world is intricate, and we are nothing.<br>It is the complex world of grass,<br>A twig on the path, a look of loathing,<br>Feelings that pass —</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">These are the secret! And I could hate you,<br>When, as I lean for another kiss,<br>I see in your eyes that I do not meet you,<br>And that love is this.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358547" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Rock meeting rock can know love better<br>Than eyes that stare or lips that touch.<br>All that we know in love is bitter,<br>And it is not much.</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=Conrad+Potter+Aiken">Conrad Potter Aiken</a></strong></div>

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