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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Petit, the Poet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=373896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick, <br>Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel-- <br>Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens-- <br>But the pine tree makes a symphony thereof. <br>Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus, <br>Ballades by the score with the same old thought: <br>The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; <br>And what is love but a rose that fades? <br>Life all around me here in the village: <br>Tragedy, comedy, valor and truth, <br>Courage, constancy, heroism, failure-- <br>All in the loom, and oh what patterns! <br>Woodlands, meadows, streams and rivers-- <br>Blind to all of it all my life long. <br>Triolets, villanelles, rondels, rondeaus, <br>Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick, <br>Tick, tick, tick, what little iambics, <br>While Homer and Whitman roared in the pines?</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=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a></strong></div>

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