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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343808" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thompson’s Lunch Room—Grand Central Station</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">STUDY IN WHITES <br>Wax-white— <br>Floor, ceiling, walls. <br>Ivory shadows <br>Over the pavement <br>Polished to cream surfaces <br>By constant sweeping. <br>The big room is coloured like the petals <br>Of a great magnolia, <br>And has a patina <br>Of flower bloom <br>Which makes it shine dimly <br>Under the electric lamps. <br>Chairs are ranged in rows <br>Like sepia seeds <br>Waiting fulfilment. <br>The chalk-white spot of a cook’s cap <br>Moves unglossily against the vaguely bright wall— <br>Dull chalk-white striking the retina like a blow <br>Thru the wavering uncertainty of steam. <br>Vitreous-white of glasses with green reflections, <br>Ice-green carboys, shifting—greener, bluer—with the jar of moving water. <br>Jagged green-white bowls of pressed glass <br>Rearing snow-peaks of chipped sugar <br>Above the lighthouse-shaped castors <br>Of grey pepper and grey-white salt. <br>Grey-white placards: “Oyster Stew, Cornbeef Hash, Frankfurters”: <br>Marble slabs veined with words in meandering lines. <br>Dropping on the white counter like horn notes <br>Through a web of violins, <br>The flat yellow lights of oranges, <br>The cube-red splashes of apples, <br>In high plated épergnes. <br>The electric clock jerks every half-minute: <br>“Coming!—Past!” <br>“Three beef-steaks and a chicken-pie,” <br>Bawled through a slide while the clock jerks heavily. <br>A man carries a china mug of coffee to a distant chair. <br>Two rice puddings and a salmon salad <br>Are pushed over the counter; <br>The unfulfilled chairs open to receive them. <br>A spoon falls upon the floor with the impact of metal striking stone, <br>And the sound throws across the room <br>Sharp, invisible zigzags <br>Of silver.</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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Wax-white— 
Floor, ceiling, walls. 
Ivory shadows 
Over the pavement 
Polished to cream surfaces 
By constant sweeping. 
The big room is coloured like the petals 
Of a great magnolia, 
And has a patina 
Of flower bloom 
Which ma..."></div>
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