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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426168" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tomb or Treasure - Acrostic Sonnet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426168" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Il dépend de celui qui passe<br>que je sois tombe ou trésor, <br>que je parle ou me taise, <br>ceci ne tient qu’à toi –<br>Ami, n’entre pas sans désir... Paul Valéry</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426168" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tomb or treasure? Both hint musty hold<br>Of dust which when against a feather weighed<br>Must be found wanting - uprightness unpaid.<br>Beauty: barter bait, ghost lure lost gold.<br>Oh, no allure escapes Time’s stranglehold.<br>Regrets are rife. All qualities displayed<br>Time, heedless, turns to ashes which degrade<br>Reason as its season can’t enfold<br>Eternity, both sot and sage had sold<br>All precious for an extra life-line frayed, <br>Sold soul for sole extension core betrayed.<br>Unprincipled, most sleep through life's poor scold, <br>Regret chance dance, askance refuse, lose way -<br>Expect advancement, heedless, seedless st[r]ay... </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=426168" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">17 December 1991 revised 15 October 2008</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=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a></strong></div>

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