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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343817" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Two Travellers in the Place Vendome</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reign of Louis Philippe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A great tall column spearing at the sky<br>With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell me why?<br>He looks a silly thing enough to stand up there so high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What a strange fellow, like a soldier in a play,<br>Tight-fitting coat with the tails cut away,<br>High-crowned hat which the brims overlay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two-horned hat makes an outline like a bow.<br>Must have a sword, I can see the light glow<br>Between a dark line and his leg. Vertigo</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I get gazing up at him, a pygmy flashed with sun.<br>A weathercock or scarecrow or both things in one?<br>As bright as a jewelled crown hung above a throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, what is the use of him if he doesn't turn?<br>Just put up to glitter there, like a torch to burn,<br>A sort of sacrificial show in a lofty urn?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But why a little soldier in an obsolete dress?<br>I'd rather see a Goddess with a spear, I confess.<br>Something allegorical and fine. Why, yes -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot take my eyes from him. I don't know why at all.<br>I've looked so long the whole thing swims. I feel he ought to fall.<br>Foreshortened there among the clouds he's pitifully small.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What do you say? There used to be an Emperor standing there,<br>With flowing robes and laurel crown. Really? Yet I declare<br>Those spiral battles round the shaft don't seem just his affair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A togaed, laurelled man's I mean. Now this chap seems to feel<br>As though he owned those soldiers. Whew! How he makes one reel,<br>Swinging round above his circling armies in a wheel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweeping round the sky in an orbit like the sun's,<br>Flashing sparks like cannon-balls from his own long guns.<br>Perhaps my sight is tired, but that figure simply stuns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How low the houses seem, and all the people are mere flies.<br>That fellow pokes his hat up till it scratches on the skies.<br>Impudent! Audacious! But, by Jove, he blinds the eyes!</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 great tall column spearing at the sky
With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell me why?
He looks a silly thing enough to stand up there so high.

What a strange fellow, like a soldier in a play,
Tight-fitting coat with th..."></div>
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