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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461087" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The sadness of this afternoon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461087" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sadness that, this afternoon, <br>pours over me, settles<br>like a dark cloud, watched<br>as it descends, inexorably, <br>becoming heavier as it encloses me, <br>blotting out all thought -</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461087" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">where do you come from, sadness? <br>where are you taking me? do you have a purpose? <br>and will I ever know what you intend? do you<br>come to me, or have I secretly<br>come to you? dragged my heavy boots to this dark marsh? am I<br>to welcome you, as if some long known friend<br>who comes slowfooted, bearing an uncomfortable truth –<br>‘you won’t like to hear this, I know… but as a friend…’? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461087" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">or are you some bitter enemy, whose only way<br>of stealing what I am, is to leave me flaccid, <br>wearied, slumped into the chair<br>a backbone without spirit, naught but sorry flesh? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461087" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">or do you have a secret spell, which like a fairy tale<br>I only have to speak, and zap! you’ll vanish whence you came…<br>And look up there, there’s movement in the sky<br>and edging round the cloud, a rim of light…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461087" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">or are you like a children’s birthday trick, <br>conceived with excited giggles in the other room, <br>a bundle made of old brown paper, dirty newsprint, knotted string, <br>which, shed, reveals some little gift they knew<br>would tell you of their love more warmly than<br>a shop-wrapped parcel with its ribboned neat rosette? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461087" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">sadness, you shrank immediately I named your name; <br>now I’m laughing at you, like some old friend<br>who steals up on you, bored and dreaming in some queue, <br>to give you then, that gentle shock of love; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461087" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and after you’ve gone, sadness, I may remember<br>something valuable.</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=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>

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