<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The End Of The Weekend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dying firelight slides along the quirt<br>Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans<br>Against my father's books. The lariat<br>Whirls into darkness. My girl in skin tight jeans<br>Fingers a page of Captain Marriat<br>Inviting insolent shadows to her shirt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We rise together to the second floor.<br>Outside, across the lake, an endless wind<br>Whips against the headstones of the dead and wails<br>In the trees for all who have and have not sinned.<br>She rubs against me and I feel her nails.<br>Although we are alone, I lock the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eventual shapes of all our formless prayers:<br>This dark, this cabin of loose imaginings,<br>Wind, lip, lake, everything awaits<br>The slow unloosening of her underthings<br>And then the noise. Something is dropped. It grates<br>against the attic beams. I climb the stairs<br>Armed with a belt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long magnesium shaft<br>Of moonlight from the dormer cuts a path<br>Among the shattered skeletons of mice.<br>A great black presence beats its wings in wrath.<br>Above the boneyard burn its golden eyes.<br>Some small grey fur is pulsing in its grip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anthony+Evan+Hecht">Anthony Evan Hecht</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=346200" data-title="The End Of The Weekend de Anthony Evan Hecht" data-description="A dying firelight slides along the quirt Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans Against my father's books. The lariat Whirls into darkness. My girl in skin tight jeans Fingers a page of Captain Marriat Inviting insolent shadows to her shirt. We r..."></div> </div> </div>

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