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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368801" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Banjo Dog Variations</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tramps on the road: floating clouds. OLD CHINESE POEM</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Agriculture and Industry <br>Embraced in public on a wall— <br>Heroes in shirt-sleeves! Next to them <br>The average man felt small. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>2 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, <br>By Vassar girls surrounded. <br>They harmonized expertly; oh, <br>Their little true hearts pounded. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Joe went on smiling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">3 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I thought I saw what Trotsky saw, <br>A friendly cossack wink; <br>And then his friends brought down their clubs. <br>Christ, what would Trotsky think! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">4 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Train had just slowed for the crossing when <br>Out from the bushes jumped a hundred men. <br>With baseball bats and iron bars <br>They persuaded us back onto the cars. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">5 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And out of dirty fists sometimes <br>Would bloom the melancholy harp. <br>Then low-low-low on the gon-doh-lah <br>We swayed beneath our tarp. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And far lights moving in and out of rain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">6 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What you do with the Sunday news <br>Oh, citizens of the great riffraff, <br>Is you put the funny papers in your shoes. <br>It gives the feet a laugh. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">7 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We read our brothers’ shirts for lice <br>And moved around with the fruit, <br>Went north to Billings for the beets <br>And had three good days in the jail at Butte. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">8 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We chalked our names on red cliffsides, <br>High up, where only eagles dwelled. <br>Each time a big truck went by below, <br>The earth trembled like a woman held. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And we passed fields of smoking stumps <br>Where goats sometimes or ponies grazed. <br>Abandoned tractors stood against the sky <br>Like giant fists upraised. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">10 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But if we bent our knees it was <br>To drink from a creek’s rust-colored slime, <br>And splash our chests with it, and rub our eyes, <br>And wake into another world and time. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">11 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Let us go then, you and me, <br>While the neon bubbles upward ceaselessly <br>To lure us down back streets and alleyways, <br>Where we may wander and be lost for days. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Many days and many hours. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">12 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I miss the smell of the ratty furs <br>And saturday night cologne and beer, <br>And I miss the juke and the sign that read: <br>NO POLICE SERVED HERE. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Off Mission, wasn’t it? The old <br>White Angel Breadline, where we met? <br>You had just come west from Arkansas, <br>But the rest of it I forget. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A cup of coffee; afterwards a hymn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">14 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Once we stood on a high bluff, <br>Lights fanning out across the bay. <br>A little ragged band of Christs we were, <br>And tempted—but we turned away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">15 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And didn’t I see you Saturday night, <br>After the paycheck from the mill, <br>Bearing a pot of store-bought lilies home, <br>One budding still? <br>Ah, oh, my banjo dog!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Donald+Justice">Donald Justice</a><div class=q>
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Agriculture and Industry 
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Heroes in shirt-sleeves! Next to them 
The average man felt small. 


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I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, 
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