<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Here In Bed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here in bed behind a brick wall<br>I can make order and meaning,<br>but how do I begin? How do I<br>emerge without panic<br>to the sounds and mass<br>of people in the street? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are they human who stare<br>as I pass by, as if sizing me up<br>for a mugging or a filthy proposition,<br>and am I human to have to be<br>frightened and on guard? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's people I'm afraid of, afraid<br>of my own kind, knowing their angers<br>and schemes and violent needs, knowing<br>through knowledge of myself<br>that I have learned to resist,<br>but when I can't I have seen<br>the havoc I have made.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's this, knowing their desperate motives,<br>as I have known mine, I'm afraid of<br>in them. I hide upon a bed<br>behind a brick wall and listen<br>to engines roaring up and down<br>the street and to voices shouting<br>to one another and find no meaning<br>or order in them, as there is none<br>in me when I am free of self-restraint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bed is my victory over fear.<br>The bed returns me to my self<br>as I was young and dreaming<br>of the beauty of the trees<br>and faces of people.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Ignatow">David Ignatow</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=364169" data-title="Here In Bed de David Ignatow" data-description="Here in bed behind a brick wall I can make order and meaning, but how do I begin? How do I emerge without panic to the sounds and mass of people in the street? Are they human who stare as I pass by, as if sizing me up for a mugging or a filthy p..."></div> </div> </div>

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