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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nuit Blanche</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want no horns to rouse me up to-night, <br>And trumpets make too clamorous a ring <br>To fit my mood, it is so weary white <br>I have no wish for doing any thing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A music coaxed from humming strings would please; <br>Not plucked, but drawn in creeping cadences <br>Across a sunset wall where some Marquise <br>Picks a pale rose amid strange silences. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ghostly and vaporous her gown sweeps by <br>The twilight dusking wall, I hear her feet <br>Delaying on the gravel, and a sigh, <br>Briefly permitted, touches the air like sleet </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it is dark, I hear her feet no more. <br>A red moon leers beyond the lily-tank. <br>A drunken moon ogling a sycamore, <br>Running long fingers down its shining flank. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lurching moon, as nimble as a clown, <br>Cuddling the flowers and trees which burn like glass. <br>Red, kissing lips, I feel you on my gown— <br>Kiss me, red lips, and then pass—pass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Music, you are pitiless to-night. <br>And I so old, so cold, so languorously white.</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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And trumpets make too clamorous a ring 
To fit my mood, it is so weary white 
I have no wish for doing any thing. 

A music coaxed from humming strings would please; 
Not plucked, but drawn in creeping cad..."></div>
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