<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At evening, sitting on this terrace, <br>When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara <br>Departs, and the world is taken by surprise ... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the tired flower of Florence is in gloom beneath the glowing <br>Brown hills surrounding ... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When under the arches of the Ponte Vecchio <br>A green light enters against stream, flush from the west, <br>Against the current of obscure Arno ... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look up, and you see things flying <br>Between the day and the night; <br>Swallows with spools of dark thread sewing the shadows together. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A circle swoop, and a quick parabola under the bridge arches <br>Where light pushes through; <br>A sudden turning upon itself of a thing in the air. <br>A dip to the water. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you think: <br>'The swallows are flying so late!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swallows? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dark air-life looping <br>Yet missing the pure loop ... <br>A twitch, a twitter, an elastic shudder in flight <br>And serrated wings against the sky, <br>Like a glove, a black glove thrown up at the light, <br>And falling back. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never swallows! <br>Bats! <br>The swallows are gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At a wavering instant the swallows gave way to bats <br>By the Ponte Vecchio ... <br>Changing guard. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bats, and an uneasy creeping in one's scalp <br>As the bats swoop overhead! <br>Flying madly. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pipistrello! <br>Black piper on an infinitesimal pipe. <br>Little lumps that fly in air and have voices indefinite, wildly vindictive; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wings like bits of umbrella. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bats! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Creatures that hang themselves up like an old rag, to sleep; <br>And disgustingly upside down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting old rags <br>And grinning in their sleep. <br>Bats! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not for me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Herbert+Lawrence">David Herbert Lawrence</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=364065" data-title="Bat de David Herbert Lawrence" data-description="At evening, sitting on this terrace, When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara Departs, and the world is taken by surprise ... When the tired flower of Florence is in gloom beneath the glowing Brown hills surrou..."></div> </div> </div>

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