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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Castile</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Orange blossoms blowing over Castile<br>children begging for coins</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I met my love under an orange tree<br>or was it an acacia tree<br>or was he not my love?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I read this, then I dreamed this:<br>can waking take back what happened to me?<br>Bells of San Miguel<br>ringing in the distance<br>his hair in the shadows blond-white</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I dreamed this,<br>does that mean it didn't happen?<br>Does it have to happen in the world to be real?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I dreamed everything, the story<br>became my story:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">he lay beside me,<br>my hand grazed the skin of his shoulder</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mid-day, then early evening:<br>in the distance, the sound of a train</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But it was not the world:<br>in the world, a thing happens finally, absolutely,<br>the mind cannot reverse it.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Castile: nuns walking in pairs through the dark garden.<br>Outside the walls of the Holy Angels<br>children begging for coins</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When I woke I was crying,<br>has that no reality?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I met my love under an orange tree:<br>I have forgotten<br>only the facts, not the inference—<br>there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I dreamed everything, I gave myself<br>completely and for all time</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And the train returned us<br>first to Madrid<br>then to the Basque country</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Anonymous submission.</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=Louise+Gluck">Louise Gluck</a></strong></div>

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