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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343703" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>J--K. Huysmans</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, <br>A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, <br>Cleaving a path between blown walls of sleet <br>Across uneven pavements sunk in slime <br>To scatter and then quench itself in mist. <br>And struggling, slipping, often rudely hurled <br>Against the jutting angle of a wall, <br>And cursed, and reeled against, and flung aside <br>By drunken brawlers as they shuffled past, <br>A man was groping to what seemed a light. <br>His eyelids burnt and quivered with the strain <br>Of looking, and against his temples beat <br>The all enshrouding, suffocating dark. <br>He stumbled, lurched, and struck against a door <br>That opened, and a howl of obscene mirth <br>Grated his senses, wallowing on the floor <br>Lay men, and dogs and women in the dirt. <br>He sickened, loathing it, and as he gazed <br>The candle guttered, flared, and then went out. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through travail of ignoble midnight streets <br>He came at last to shelter in a porch <br>Where gothic saints and warriors made a shield <br>To cover him, and tortured gargoyles spat <br>One long continuous stream of silver rain <br>That clattered down from myriad roofs and spires <br>Into a darkness, loud with rushing sound <br>Of water falling, gurgling as it fell, <br>But always thickly dark. Then as he leaned <br>Unconscious where, the great oak door blew back <br>And cast him, bruised and dripping, in the church. <br>His eyes from long sojourning in the night <br>Were blinded now as by some glorious sun; <br>He slowly crawled toward the altar steps. <br>He could not think, for heavy in his ears <br>An organ boomed majestic harmonies; <br>He only knew that what he saw was light! <br>He bowed himself before a cross of flame <br>And shut his eyes in fear lest it should fade.</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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A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, 
Cleaving a path between blown walls of sleet 
Across uneven pavements sunk in slime 
To scatter and then quench itself in mist. 
And struggling, slipping,..."></div>
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