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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Names</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Baxter and Calabro,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Davis and Eberling, names falling into place</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As droplets fell through the dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Names printed on the ceiling of the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Names slipping around a watery bend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twenty-six willows on the banks of a stream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the morning, I walked out barefoot</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Among thousands of flowers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heavy with dew like the eyes of tears,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And each had a name --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fiori inscribed on a yellow petal</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Gonzalez and Han, Ishikawa and Jenkins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Names written in the air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And stitched into the cloth of the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A name under a photograph taped to a mailbox.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Monogram on a torn shirt,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see you spelled out on storefront windows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on the bright unfurled awnings of this city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I say the syllables as I turn a corner --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kelly and Lee,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Medina, Nardella, and O'Connor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I peer into the woods,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see a thick tangle where letters are hidden</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As in a puzzle concocted for children.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Parker and Quigley in the twigs of an ash,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rizzo, Schubert, Torres, and Upton,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Secrets in the boughs of an ancient maple.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Names written in the pale sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Names rising in the updraft amid buildings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Names silent in stone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or cried out behind a door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Names blown over the earth and out to sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the evening -- weakening light, the last swallows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A boy on a lake lifts his oars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A woman by a window puts a match to a candle,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the names are outlined on the rose clouds --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vanacore and Wallace,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(let X stand, if it can, for the ones unfound)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Young and Ziminsky, the final jolt of Z.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Names etched on the head of a pin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One name spanning a bridge, another undergoing a tunnel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A blue name needled into the skin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Names of citizens, workers, mothers and fathers,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bright-eyed daughter, the quick son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alphabet of names in a green field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Names in the small tracks of birds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Names lifted from a hat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or balanced on the tip of the tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>*This poem is dedicated to the victims of September 11 and to their survivors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Billy+Collins">Billy Collins</a><div class=q>
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A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,

And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows,

I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened,

Then Baxter and Calabro,

Davis and Eberling, names..."></div>
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