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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358548" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Asphalt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Light your cigarette, then, in this shadow,<br>And talk to her, your arm engaged with hers.<br>Heavily over your heads the eaten maple<br>In the dead air of August strains and stirs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her stone-white face, in the lamp-light, turns toward you;<br>Darkly, with time-dark eyes, she questions you<br>Whether this universe is what she thinks it—<br>Simple and passionate and profound and true—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or whether, as with a sound of dim disaster,<br>A plaintive music brought to a huddled fall,<br>Some ancient treachery slides through the heart of things—<br>The last star falling, seen from the utmost wall…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you—what sinister, far, reserves of laughter,<br>What understandings, remote, perplexed, remain<br>Unguessed forever by her who is your victim—<br>Victim, of whom you too are victim again?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">…Come! let us dance once more on the ancient asphalt:<br>Seeing, beneath its strange and recent shape,<br>The eternal horror of rock, from which, for ever,<br>We toss our tortured hands, to no escape.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Conrad+Potter+Aiken">Conrad Potter Aiken</a><div class=q>
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