<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In a Breath</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the Williamson Brothers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue <br>asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. <br>Women trapsing along in flimsy clothes catching <br>play of sun-fire to their skin and eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inside the playhouse are movies from under the sea. <br>From the heat of pavements and the dust of sidewalks, <br>passers-by go in a breath to be witnesses of <br>large cool sponges, large cool fishes, large cool valleys <br>and ridges of coral spread silent in the soak of <br>the ocean floor thousands of years. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A naked swimmer dives. A knife in his right hand <br>shoots a streak at the throat of a shark. The tail <br>of the shark lashes. One swing would kill the swimmer. . . <br>Soon the knife goes into the soft under- <br>neck of the veering fish. . . Its mouthful of teeth, <br>each tooth a dagger itself, set row on row, glistens <br>when the shuddering, yawning cadaver is hauled up <br>by the brothers of the swimmer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outside in the street is the murmur and singing of life <br>in the sun--horses, motors, women trapsing along <br>in flimsy clothes, play of sun-fire in their blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Carl+Sandburg">Carl Sandburg</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=353859" data-title="In a Breath de Carl Sandburg" data-description="To the Williamson Brothers High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. Women trapsing along in flimsy clothes catching play of sun-fire to their skin and eyes. Inside the playhouse are mov..."></div> </div> </div>

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