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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357222" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Yellow Gas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The yellow gas is fired from street to street<br>past rows of heartless homes and hearths unlit,<br>dead churches, and the unending pavement beat<br>by crowds - say rather, haggard shades that flit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">round nightly haunts of their delusive dream,<br>where'er our paradisal instinct starves: -<br>till on the utmost post, its sinuous gleam<br>crawls in the oily water of the wharves;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where Homer's sea loses his keen breath, hemm'd<br>what place rebellious piles were driven down -<br>the priestlike waters to this task condemn'd<br>to wash the roots of the inhuman town! -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where fat and strange-eyed fish that never saw<br>the outer deep, broad halls of sapphire light,<br>glut in the city's draught each nameless maw:<br>- and there, wide-eyed unto the soulless night,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">methinks a drown'd maid's face might fitly show<br>what we have slain, a life that had been free,<br>clean, large, nor thus tormented - even so<br>as are the skies, the salt winds and the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, we had saved our days and kept them whole,<br>to whom no part in our old joy remains,<br>had felt those bright winds sweeping thro' our soul<br>and all the keen sea tumbling in our veins,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">had thrill'd to harps of sunrise, when the height<br>whitens, and dawn dissolves in virgin tears,<br>or caught, across the hush'd ambrosial night,<br>the choral music of the swinging spheres,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or drunk the silence if nought else - But no!<br>and from each rotting soul distill in dreams<br>a poison, o'er the old earth creeping slow,<br>that kills the flowers and curdles the live streams,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that taints the fresh breath of re-risen day<br>and reeks across the pale bewildered moon:<br>- shall we be cleans'd and how? I only pray,<br>red flame or deluge, may that end be soon!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christopher+John+Brennan">Christopher John Brennan</a><div class=q>
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