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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361273" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Truth is Blind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light fell from the window and the day was done<br>Another day of thinking and distractions<br>Love wrapped in its wings passed by and coal-black Hate<br>Paused on the edge of the cliff and dropped a stone<br>From which the night grew like a savage plant<br>With daggers for its leaves and scarlet hearts<br>For flowers - then the bed<br>Rose clocklike from the ground and spread its sheets<br>Across the shifting sands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Autumnal breath of mornings far from here<br>A star veiled in grey mist<br>A living man:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The snapping of a dry twig was his only announcement. The two men, who had tied their boat to a branch that grew out over the water's edge, and were now moving up through the rank tropical vegetation, turned sharply.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He raised his eyes and saw the river's source<br>Between their legs - he saw the flaming sun<br>He saw the buildings in between the leaves<br>Behind their heads that were as large as globes<br>He heard their voices indistinct as rain<br>As faint as feathers falling<br>And he fell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boat sailed on<br>The masts were made of straw<br>The sails were made of finest silken thread<br>And out of holes on either side the prow<br>Gushed endless streams of water and of flame<br>In which the passengers saw curious things:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The conjurer, we are told, 'took out of his bag a silken thread, and so projected it upwards that it stuck fast in a certain cloud of air. Out of the same receptacle he pulled a hare, that ran away up along the thread; a little beagle, which when it was slipped at the hare pursued it in full cry; last of all a small dogboy, whom he commanded to follow both hare and hound up the thread. From another bag that he had he extracted a winsome young woman, at all points well adorned, and instructed her to follow after hound and dogboy.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She laughed to see them gazing after her<br>She clapped her hands and vanished in thin air<br>To reappear upon the other bank<br>Among the restless traffic of the quays<br>Her silhouette against the dusty sky<br>Her shadow falling on the hungry stones<br>Where sat the pilot dressed in mud-stained rags</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knocked the fragile statue down<br>And ate her sugar head<br>And then the witnesses all gathered round<br>And pointed at the chasm at his feet:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Clouds of blue smoke, sometimes mixed with black, were being emitted from the exhaust pipe. The smoke was of sufficient density to be an annoyance to the driver following the vehicle or to pedestrians.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The whispering of unseen flames<br>A sharp taste in the mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Gascoyne">David Gascoyne</a><div class=q>
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Another day of thinking and distractions
Love wrapped in its wings passed by and coal-black Hate
Paused on the edge of the cliff and dropped a stone
From which the night grew like a savage plant
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