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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358634" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The House Of Dust: Part 03: 01: As evening falls</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As evening falls,<br>And the yellow lights leap one by one<br>Along high walls;<br>And along black streets that glisten as if with rain,<br>The muted city seems<br>Like one in a restless sleep, who lies and dreams<br>Of vague desires, and memories, and half-forgotten pain . . .<br>Along dark veins, like lights the quick dreams run,<br>Flash, are extinguished, flash again,<br>To mingle and glow at last in the enormous brain<br>And die away . . .<br>As evening falls,<br>A dream dissolves these insubstantial walls,&mdash;<br>A myriad secretly gliding lights lie bare . . .<br>The lovers rise, the harlot combs her hair,<br>The dead man's face grows blue in the dizzy lamplight,<br>The watchman climbs the stair . . .<br>The bank defaulter leers at a chaos of figures,<br>And runs among them, and is beaten down;<br>The sick man coughs and hears the chisels ringing;<br>The tired clown<br>Sees the enormous crowd, a million faces,<br>Motionless in their places,<br>Ready to laugh, and seize, and crush and tear . . .<br>The dancer smooths her hair,<br>Laces her golden slippers, and runs through the door<br>To dance once more,<br>Hearing swift music like an enchantment rise,<br>Feeling the praise of a thousand eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As darkness falls<br>The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls<br>Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving,<br>Moving like music, secret and rich and warm.<br>How shall we live tonight? Where shall we turn?<br>To what new light or darkness yearn?<br>A thousand winding stairs lead down before us;<br>And one by one in myriads we descend<br>By lamplit flowered walls, long balustrades,<br>Through half-lit halls which reach no end.</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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And the yellow lights leap one by one
Along high walls;
And along black streets that glisten as if with rain,
The muted city seems
Like one in a restless sleep, who lies and dreams
Of vague desires, and memories, and half-forgott..."></div>
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