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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=36896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rhapsody on a Windy Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twelve o'clock.<br>Along the reaches of the street<br>Held in a lunar synthesis,<br>Whispering lunar incantations<br>Dissolve the floors of memory<br>And all its clear relations,<br>Its divisions and precisions,<br>Every street lamp that I pass<br>Beats like a fatalistic drum,<br>And through the spaces of the dark<br>Midnight shakes the memory<br>As a madman shakes a dead geranium.<br> <br>Half-past one,<br>The street lamp sputtered,<br>The street lamp muttered,<br>The street lamp said, "Regard that woman<br>Who hesitates towards you in the light of the door<br>Which opens on her like a grin.<br>You see the border of her dress<br>Is torn and stained with sand,<br>And you see the corner of her eye<br>Twists like a crooked pin."<br> <br>The memory throws up high and dry<br>A crowd of twisted things;<br>A twisted branch upon the beach<br>Eaten smooth, and polished<br>As if the world gave up<br>The secret of its skeleton,<br>Stiff and white.<br>A broken spring in a factory yard,<br>Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left<br>Hard and curled and ready to snap.<br> <br>Half-past two,<br>The street lamp said,<br>"Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,<br>Slips out its tongue<br>And devours a morsel of rancid butter."<br>So the hand of a child, automatic,<br>Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay.<br>I could see nothing behind that child's eye.<br>I have seen eyes in the street<br>Trying to peer through lighted shutters,<br>And a crab one afternoon in a pool,<br>An old crab with barnacles on his back,<br>Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.<br> <br>Half-past three,<br>The lamp sputtered,<br>The lamp muttered in the dark.<br> <br>The lamp hummed:<br>"Regard the moon,<br>La lune ne garde aucune rancune,<br>She winks a feeble eye,<br>She smiles into corners.<br>She smoothes the hair of the grass.<br>The moon has lost her memory.<br>A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,<br>Her hand twists a paper rose,<br>That smells of dust and old Cologne,<br>She is alone<br>With all the old nocturnal smells<br>That cross and cross across her brain."<br>The reminiscence comes<br>Of sunless dry geraniums<br>And dust in crevices,<br>Smells of chestnuts in the streets,<br>And female smells in shuttered rooms,<br>And cigarettes in corridors<br>And cocktail smells in bars."<br> <br>The lamp said,<br>"Four o'clock,<br>Here is the number on the door.<br>Memory!<br>You have the key,<br>The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair,<br>Mount.<br>The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,<br>Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."<br> <br>The last twist of the knife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=T.S.+Eliot">T.S. Eliot</a><div class=q>
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