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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Shaemus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We will go no more to Shaemus, at the Nip, <br>for sly innuendo and an Oporto Flip, <br>the rough but tender voice, the wide-mouthed grin, <br>the steady-unsteady hand that poured the gin: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>memory, that flew back years to find a name, <br>found it, and fetched it up, still just the same; <br>the shaky footsteps, and then the shaky kidding: <br>you, the big business man, outbid, outbidding, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>the mystery man, the man of deep affairs, <br>highbrow, and playboy, and friend of millionaires: <br>and you, the lovers, whose love was in your faces— <br>there you were, back once more—and still the traces!— </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yes, still the traces of that love he loved, <br>and re-examined, but as if unmoved; <br>the names fished up from time, or Singapore, <br>joined and repeated on his bar once more; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>as if no let or hindrance were permitted; <br>as if both time and space could be outwitted; <br>endurance noted—in a protocol— <br>and then embalmed, of course, in alcohol. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And now himself, the immortal, lightly gone, <br>as if stepped out for a quick one—who had none. <br>And dead, his room inspected by his friends, <br>to find a will, adjust the odds and ends; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>and there, the fifteen suits, the malacca cane, <br>the hats, and spats: in which he roved again, <br>far from the furnished room, the sacred bar, <br>immortal dandy, towards an immortal star.</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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for sly innuendo and an Oporto Flip, 
the rough but tender voice, the wide-mouthed grin, 
the steady-unsteady hand that poured the gin: 


memory, that flew back years to find a name, 
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