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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are building a house<br>half a block down<br>and I sit up here<br>with the shades down<br>listening to the sounds,<br>the hammers pounding in nails,<br>thack thack thack thack,<br>and then I hear birds,<br>and thack thack thack,<br>and I go to bed,<br>I pull the covers to my throat;<br>they have been building this house<br>for a month, and soon it will have<br>its people...sleeping, eating,<br>loving, moving around,<br>but somehow<br>now<br>it is not right,<br>there seems a madness,<br>men walk on top with nails<br>in their mouths<br>and I read about Castro and Cuba,<br>and at night I walk by<br>and the ribs of the house show<br>and inside I can see cats walking<br>the way cats walk,<br>and then a boy rides by on a bicycle<br>and still the house is not done<br>and in the morning the men<br>will be back<br>walking around on the house<br>with their hammers,<br>and it seems people should not build houses<br>anymore,<br>it seems people should not get married<br>anymore,<br>it seems people should stop working<br>and sit in small rooms<br>on 2nd floors<br>under electric lights without shades;<br>it seems there is a lot to forget<br>and a lot not to do,<br>and in drugstores, markets, bars,<br>the people are tired, they do not want<br>to move, and I stand there at night<br>and look through this house and the<br>house does not want to be built;<br>through its sides I can see the purple hills<br>and the first lights of evening,<br>and it is cold<br>and I button my coat<br>and I stand there looking through the house<br>and the cats stop and look at me<br>until I am embarrased<br>and move North up the sidewalk<br>where I will buy<br>cigarettes and beer<br>and return to my room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Bukowski">Charles Bukowski</a><div class=q>
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half a block down
and I sit up here
with the shades down
listening to the sounds,
the hammers pounding in nails,
thack thack thack thack,
and then I hear birds,
and thack thack thack,
and I go to bed,
I pull the covers to..."></div>
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