<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358188" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The White City</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will not toy with it nor bend an inch. <br>Deep in the secret chambers of my heart <br>I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch <br>I bear it nobly as I live my part. <br>My being would be a skeleton, a shell, <br>If this dark Passion that fills my every mood, <br>And makes my heaven in the white world's hell, <br>Did not forever feed me vital blood. <br>I see the mighty city through a mist-- <br>The strident trains that speed the goaded mass, <br>The poles and spires and towers vapor-kissed, <br>The fortressed port through which the great ships pass, <br>The tides, the wharves, the dens I contemplate, <br>Are sweet like wanton loves because I hate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claude+McKay">Claude McKay</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=358188" data-title="The White City de Claude McKay" data-description="I will not toy with it nor bend an inch. Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch I bear it nobly as I live my part. My being would be a skeleton, a shell, If this dark Passion that fills my every m..."></div> </div> </div>

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