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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Does She Stalk Pathways</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘How much we change...<br>I well remember when, ’<br>She said -<br>But that was years before<br>And now, she’s dead! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who was she - why, <br>And what to me, <br>Who once lived, died, <br>Yet stirs my memory? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A brief spark, struck<br>From some ancient flint<br>That caught, soared, burned<br>Cooled, <br>Teetered at the brink; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then sputtered, died<br>Leaving no mark, <br>No trail beyond the heavens<br>That sped her... Dark! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her flight was short, sharp<br>Exquisite and pale, <br>Translucent, futile<br>She spilt her grail</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With every seed spawned<br>At harvest’s spring, <br>Her womb wide<br>She let them in.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All ruffians and whores<br>She bore to this, <br>The swift brief spark, struck<br>Then nothingness.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And why, when mirrors<br>Tell me I’m old, <br>Does she stalk pathways<br>I’d paved with gold? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">10 December 1984</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=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a></strong></div>

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