<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346204" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Third Avenue In Sunlight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error.<br>Already the bars are filled and John is there.<br>Beneath a plentiful lady over the mirror<br>He tilts his glass in the mild mahogany air.<br>I think of him when he first got out of college,<br>Serious, thin, unlikely to succeed;<br>For several months he hung around the Village,<br>Boldly T-shirtet, unfettered but unfreed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now he confides to a stranger, &quot;I was first scout,<br>And kept my glimmers peeled till after dark.<br>Our outfit had as its sign a bloody knout,<br>We met behind the museum in Central Park.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of course, we were kids.&quot; But still those savages,<br>War-painted, a flap of leather at the loins,<br>File silently against him. Hostages<br>Are never taken. One summer, in Des Moines,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They entered his hotel room, tomahawks<br>Flashing like barracuda. He tried to pray.<br>Three years of treatment. Occasionally he talks<br>About how he almost didn't get away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Daily the prowling sunlight whets its knife<br>Along the sidewalk. We almost never meet.<br>In the Rembrandt dark he lifts his amber life.<br>My bar is somewhat further down the street.</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=346204" data-title="Third Avenue In Sunlight de Anthony Evan Hecht" data-description="Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over the mirror He tilts his glass in the mild mahogany air. I think of him when he first got out of college, Serious, thin, unlikely..."></div> </div> </div>

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