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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Visitant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">1 </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>A cloud moved close. The bulk of the wind shifted. <br>A tree swayed over water. <br>A voice said: <br>Stay. Stay by the slip-ooze. Stay. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Dearest tree, I said, may I rest here? <br>A ripple made a soft reply. <br>I waited, alert as a dog. <br>The leech clinging to a stone waited; <br>And the crab, the quiet breather. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">2 </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Slow, slow as a fish she came, <br>Slow as a fish coming forward, <br>Swaying in a long wave; <br>Her skirts not touching a leaf, <br>Her white arms reaching towards me. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>She came without sound, <br>Without brushing the wet stones, <br>In the soft dark of early evening, <br>She came, <br>The wind in her hair, <br>The moon beginning. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">3 </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>I woke in the first of morning. <br>Staring at a tree, I felt the pulse of a stone. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Where’s she now, I kept saying. <br>Where’s she now, the mountain’s downy girl? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>But the bright day had no answer. <br>A wind stirred in a web of appleworms; <br>The tree, the close willow, swayed.</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=Theodore+Roethke">Theodore Roethke</a></strong></div>

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