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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360254" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Clowns' Houses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BENEATH the flat and paper sky <br>The sun, a demon's eye, <br>Glowed through the air, that mask of glass; <br>All wand'ring sounds that pass</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seemed out of tune, as if the light <br>Were fiddle-strings pulled tight. <br>The market-square with spire and bell <br>Clanged out the hour in Hell;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The busy chatter of the heat <br>Shrilled like a parakeet; <br>And shuddering at the noonday light <br>The dust lay dead and white</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As powder on a mummy's face, <br>Or fawned with simian grace <br>Round booths with many a hard bright toy <br>And wooden brittle joy:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cap and bells of Time the Clown <br>That, jangling, whistled down <br>Young cherubs hidden in the guise <br>Of every bird that flies;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And star-bright masks for youth to wear, <br>Lest any dream that fare <br>--Bright pilgrim--past our ken, should see <br>Hints of Reality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the sharp-set grass, shrill-green, <br>Tall trees like rattles lean, <br>And jangle sharp and dissily; <br>But when night falls they sign</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till Pierrot moon steals slyly in, <br>His face more white than sin, <br>Black-masked, and with cool touch lays bare <br>Each cherry, plum, and pear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then underneath the veiled eyes <br>Of houses, darkness lies-- <br>Tall houses; like a hopeless prayer <br>They cleave the sly dumb air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blind are those houses, paper-thin <br>Old shadows hid therein, <br>With sly and crazy movements creep <br>Like marionettes, and weep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tall windows show Infinity; <br>And, hard reality, <br>The candles weep and pry and dance <br>Like lives mocked at by Chance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rooms are vast as Sleep within; <br>When once I ventured in, <br>Chill Silence, like a surging sea, <br>Slowly enveloped me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dame+Edith+Louisa+Sitwell">Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell</a><div class=q>
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The sun, a demon's eye, 
Glowed through the air, that mask of glass; 
All wand'ring sounds that pass

Seemed out of tune, as if the light 
Were fiddle-strings pulled tight. 
The market-square with spire and bell 
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