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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358601" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rose and Murray</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">After the movie, when the lights come up, <br>He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; <br>She, all in yellow, like a buttercup, <br>Lifts her white face, yearns up to him, and clings; <br>And with a silent, gliding step they move <br>Over the footlights, in familiar glare, <br>Panther-like in the Tango whirl of love, <br>He fawning close on her with idiot stare. <br>Swiftly they cross the stage. O lyric ease! <br>The drunken music follows the sure feet, <br>The swaying elbows, intergliding knees, <br>Moving with slow precision on the beat. <br>She was a waitress in a restaurant, <br>He picked her up and taught her how to dance. <br>She feels his arms, lifts an appealing glance, <br>But knows he spent last evening with Zudora; <br>And knows that certain changes are before her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brilliant spotlight circles them around, <br>Flashing the spangles on her weighted dress. <br>He mimics wooing her, without a sound, <br>Flatters her with a smoothly smiled caress. <br>He fears that she will someday queer his act; <br>Feeling his anger. He will quit her soon. <br>He nods for faster music. He will contract <br>Another partner, under another moon. <br>Meanwhile, 'smooth stuff.' He lets his dry eyes flit <br>Over the yellow faces there below; <br>Maybe he'll cut down on his drinks a bit, <br>Not to annoy her, and spoil the show. . . <br>Zudora, waiting for her turn to come, <br>Watches them from the wings and fatly leers <br>At the girl's younger face, so white and dumb, <br>And the fixed, anguished eyes, ready for tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She lies beside him, with a false wedding-ring, <br>In a cheap room, with moonlight on the floor; <br>The moonlit curtains remind her much of spring, <br>Of a spring evening on the Coney shore. <br>And while he sleeps, knowing she ought to hate, <br>She still clings to the lover that she knew,- <br>The one that, with a pencil on a plate, <br>Drew a heart and wrote, 'I'd die for you.'</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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He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; 
She, all in yellow, like a buttercup, 
Lifts her white face, yearns up to him, and clings; 
And with a silent, gliding step they move 
Over the footlights, in..."></div>
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