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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>After Hearing A Waltz By Bartok</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But why did I kill him? Why? Why?<br>In the small, gilded room, near the stair?<br>My ears rack and throb with his cry,<br>And his eyes goggle under his hair,<br>As my fingers sink into the fair<br>White skin of his throat. It was I!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I killed him! My God! Don't you hear?<br>I shook him until his red tongue<br>Hung flapping out through the black, queer,<br>Swollen lines of his lips. And I clung<br>With my nails drawing blood, while I flung<br>The loose, heavy body in fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fear lest he should still not be dead.<br>I was drunk with the lust of his life.<br>The blood-drops oozed slow from his head<br>And dabbled a chair. And our strife<br>Lasted one reeling second, his knife<br>Lay and winked in the lights overhead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the waltz from the ballroom I heard,<br>When I called him a low, sneaking cur.<br>And the wail of the violins stirred<br>My brute anger with visions of her.<br>As I throttled his windpipe, the purr<br>Of his breath with the waltz became blurred.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have ridden ten miles through the dark,<br>With that music, an infernal din,<br>Pounding rhythmic inside me. Just Hark!<br>One! Two! Three! And my fingers sink in<br>To his flesh when the violins, thin<br>And straining with passion, grow stark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One! Two! Three! Oh, the horror of sound!<br>While she danced I was crushing his throat.<br>He had tasted the joy of her, wound<br>Round her body, and I heard him gloat<br>On the favour. That instant I smote.<br>One! Two! Three! How the dancers swirl round!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is here in the room, in my arm,<br>His limp body hangs on the spin<br>Of the waltz we are dancing, a swarm<br>Of blood-drops is hemming us in!<br>Round and round! One! Two! Three! And his sin<br>Is red like his tongue lolling warm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One! Two! Three! And the drums are his knell.<br>He is heavy, his feet beat the floor<br>As I drag him about in the swell<br>Of the waltz. With a menacing roar,<br>The trumpets crash in through the door.<br>One! Two! Three! clangs his funeral bell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One! Two! Three! In the chaos of space<br>Rolls the earth to the hideous glee<br>Of death! And so cramped is this place,<br>I stifle and pant. One! Two! Three!<br>Round and round! God! 'Tis he throttles me!<br>He has covered my mouth with his face!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his blood has dripped into my heart!<br>And my heart beats and labours. One! Two!<br>Three! His dead limbs have coiled every part<br>Of my body in tentacles. Through<br>My ears the waltz jangles. Like glue<br>His dead body holds me athwart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One! Two! Three! Give me air! Oh! My God!<br>One! Two! Three! I am drowning in slime!<br>One! Two! Three! And his corpse, like a clod,<br>Beats me into a jelly! The chime,<br>One! Two! Three! And his dead legs keep time.<br>Air! Give me air! Air! My God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a><div class=q>
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In the small, gilded room, near the stair?
My ears rack and throb with his cry,
And his eyes goggle under his hair,
As my fingers sink into the fair
White skin of his throat. It was I!

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