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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353860" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Interior</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the cool of the night time <br>The clocks pick off the points <br>And the mainsprings loosen. <br>They will need winding. <br>One of these days <br>they will need winding. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rabelais in red boards, <br>Walt Whitman in green, <br>Hugo in ten-cent paper covers, <br>Here they stand on shelves <br>In the cool of the night time <br>And there is nothing . . . . <br>To be said against them . . . . <br>Or for them . . . . <br>In the cool of the night time <br>And the docks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A man in pigeon-gray pyjamas. <br>The open window begins at his feet <br>And goes taller than his head. <br>Eight feet high is the pattern. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moon and mist make an oblong layout. <br>Silver at the man's bare feet. <br>He swings one foot in a moon silver. <br>And it costs nothing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(One more day of bread and work. <br>One more day . . . .so much rags . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man barefoot in moon silver <br>Mutters &quot;You&quot; and &quot;You&quot; <br>To things hidden <br>In the cool of the night time, <br>In Rabelais, Whitman, Hugo, <br>In an oblong of moon mist. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out from the window . . . . prairielands. <br>Moon mist whitens a golf ground. <br>Whiter yet is a limestone quarry. <br>The crickets keep on chirring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Switch engines of the Great Western <br>Sidetrack box cars, make up trains <br>For Weehawken, Oskaloosa, Saskatchewan; <br>The cattle, the coal, the corn, must go <br>In the night . . . . on the prairielands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chuff-chuff go the pulses. <br>They beat in the cool of the night time. <br>Chuff-chuff and chuff-chuff . . . . <br>These heartbeats travel the night a mile <br>And touch the moon silver at the window <br>And the hones of the man. <br>It costs nothing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rabelais in red boards, <br>Whitman in green, <br>Hugo in ten-cent paper covers, <br>Here they stand on shelves <br>In the cool of the night time <br>And the clocks.</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>
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The clocks pick off the points 
And the mainsprings loosen. 
They will need winding. 
One of these days 
they will need winding. 

Rabelais in red boards, 
Walt Whitman in green, 
Hugo in ten-cent paper covers, 
Here..."></div>
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