<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345631" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>1919</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the threat <br>And dismal cold gray <br>of mourning <br>Came the sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Charlie Comiskey <br>should've turned in his sleep <br>should've turned in his sleep <br>shoud've turned… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Insane Sun <br>Floating above the earth <br>Like some extravagant madman <br>Spending next year's allowance. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The same burning sun <br>In the same afternoons <br>In all the cities <br>East <br>and somewhat <br>West <br>of the <br>Great Mississippi. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">should've turned in his sleep </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too many <br>Suns <br>In too many <br>Cities <br>Too many faces <br>Faces <br>in the face of it <br>All. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How much grief? <br>Too <br>Much <br>Grief. <br>Too many faces <br>Too many suns <br>Far too many of too many things <br>Far too many of too many things. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">should've turned in his sleep </div><div style="margin:10px 0">More like Dali, <br>less Victoria. <br>The playing field becomes a landscape <br>Fixed and isolated and trapped <br>Between the borders of its own fabrication. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stadium faces <br>Blur <br>in the afternoon sun. <br>The celebration <br>Ends <br>in the afternoon sun <br>The victory becomes <br>Defeat <br>in the afternoon sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Morality <br>Victoria Escaped <br>Insane sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many of how many things. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The death of honor <br>The end of a fading <br>And final trust. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">should've turned in his sleep </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as <br>The unsettling dust <br>Settles in the throat of all men <br>There are not enough beers <br>In all the bars <br>In all the world <br>To flush out the stale bitterness <br>Of too many afternoons <br>In too many suns. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Charlie Comiskey <br>woke up <br>and deposited the nightmare <br>in the pillow of his dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345631" data-title="1919 de Anonymous Americas" data-description="Before the threat And dismal cold gray of mourning Came the sun. And Charlie Comiskey should've turned in his sleep should've turned in his sleep shoud've turned… Insane Sun Floating above the earth Like some extravagant madman Spen..."></div> </div> </div>

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