<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361247" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Art of Edgar Degas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beachcomber on the shores of tears<br>Limning the gestures of defeat<br>In dancers, whores, and opera-stars –<br>The lonely, lighted various street</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You sauntered through, oblique, perverse,<br>In your home territory a spy,<br>Accosted you and with a curse<br>You froze it with your Gorgon’s eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With what tense patience you refine<br>The everyness of everyday<br>And with free colour and a line<br>Make my mysteries of flaccid clay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By what strange enterprise you live!<br>Edgy, insatiably alone,<br>You choose your tenderness to give<br>To showgirls whom you turn to stone –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But stone that moves, tired stone that leans<br>To ease involuntarily the toe<br>Of ballet-girls like watering-cans<br>(Those arguers at the bar) as though</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In their brief pause you found relief<br>From posed dilemmas of the mind-<br>Your grudging aristocratic grief,<br>The wildcat cares of going blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, walk your evening streets and look<br>Each last eleven at the show:<br>The darkening pleasures you forsook<br>Look back like burning windows now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Campbell">David Campbell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361247" data-title="To The Art of Edgar Degas de David Campbell" data-description="Beachcomber on the shores of tears Limning the gestures of defeat In dancers, whores, and opera-stars – The lonely, lighted various street You sauntered through, oblique, perverse, In your home territory a spy, Accosted you and with a curse You..."></div> </div> </div>

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