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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bandaged Shoulder</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He said that he had hurt himself on a wall or that he had fallen.<br>But there was probably another reason<br>for the wounded and bandaged shoulder.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With a somewhat abrupt movement,<br>to bring down from a shelf some<br>photographs that he wanted to see closely,<br>the bandage was untied and a little blood ran.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I bandaged the shoulder again, and while bandaging it<br>I was somewhat slow; because it did not hurt,<br>and I liked to look at the blood. That<br>blood was a part of my love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When he had left, I found in front of the chair,<br>a bloody rag, from the bandages,<br>a rag that looked in belonged in garbage;<br>which I brought up to my lips,<br>and which I held there for a long time --<br>the blood of love on my lips.</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=Constantine+P.+Cavafy">Constantine P. Cavafy</a></strong></div>

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