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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stalemate</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I have no words, nor patterns left<br>To spill, my dear, <br>No facile quotes, no wisdom<br>To dispense, <br>Nor any careless answers at<br>My time of year<br>All that was lost, or sold, <br>Or buried, spent.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All gone; the well is dry, the depths<br>I tried to reach<br>Devoured me long before<br>I found you there, <br>I lent with empty gestures<br>What I thought to teach, <br>And questioned truth, if even truth<br>Could care.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So what is left; a feeling we<br>May not express, <br>While I doubt more and more<br>This arabesque, <br>That you find comfort now<br>More in my tardiness, <br>While I take heart at questions<br>You don't ask.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=365858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">29 March 1989</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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