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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=432127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Christmas Landscape</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=432127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tonight the wind gnaws<br>With teeth of glass,<br>The jackdaw shivers<br>In caged branches of iron,<br>The stars have talons.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=432127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There is hunger in the mouth<br>Of vole and badger,<br>Silver agonies of breath<br>In the nostril of the fox,<br>Ice on the rabbit’s paw.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=432127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tonight has no moon,<br>No food for the pilgrim;<br>The fruit tree is bare,<br>The rose bush a thorn<br>And the ground is bitter with stones.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=432127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the mole sleeps, and the hedgehog<br>Lies curled in a womb of leaves,<br>The bean and the wheat-seed<br>Hug their germs in the earth<br>And the stream moves under the ice.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=432127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tonight there is no moon,<br>But a new star opens<br>Like a silver trumpet over the dead.<br>Tonight in a nest of ruins<br>The blessed babe is laid.<br>And the fir tree warms to a bloom of candles,<br>And the child lights his lantern,<br>Stares at his tinselled toy;<br>And our hearts and hearths<br>Smoulder with live ashes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=432127" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the blood of our grief<br>The cold earth is suckled,<br>In our agony the womb<br>Convulses its seed;<br>In the first cry of anguish<br>The child’s first breath is born.</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=Laurie+Lee">Laurie Lee</a></strong></div>

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