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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368815" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On A Painting By Patient B Of The Independence State Hospital For The Insane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These seven houses have learned to face one another, <br>But not at the expected angles. Those silly brown lumps, <br>That are probably meant for hills and not other houses, <br>After ages of being themselves, though naturally slow, <br>Are learning to be exclusive without offending. <br>The arches and entrances (down to the right out of sight) <br>Have mastered the lesson of remaining closed. <br>And even the skies keep a certain understandable distance, <br>For these are the houses of the very rich. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">2 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>One sees their children playing with leopards, tamed <br>At great cost, or perhaps it is only other children, <br>For none of these objects is anything more than a spot, <br>And perhaps there are not any children but only leopards <br>Playing with leopards, and perhaps there are only the spots. <br>And the little maids that hang from the windows like tongues, <br>Calling the children in, admiring the leopards, <br>Are the dashes a child might represent motion by means of, <br>Or dazzlement possibly, the brilliance of solid-gold houses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">3 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The clouds resemble those empty balloons in cartoons <br>Which approximate silence. These clouds, if clouds they are <br>(And not the smoke from the seven aspiring chimneys), <br>The more one studies them the more it appears <br>They too have expressions. One might almost say <br>They have their habits, their wrong opinions, that their <br>Impassivity masks an essentially lovable foolishness, <br>And they will be given names by those who live under them <br>Not public like mountains’ but private like companions’.</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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These seven houses have learned to face one another, 
But not at the expected angles. Those silly brown lumps, 
That are probably meant for hills and not other houses, 
After ages of being themselves, though naturally slow, 
Are learning to be..."></div>
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