<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373806" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Harold Arnett</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I leaned against the mantel, sick, sick,<br>Thinking of my failure, looking into the abysm,<br>Weak from the noon-day heat.<br>A church bell sounded mournfully far away,<br>I heard the cry of a baby,<br>And the coughing of John Yarnell,<br>Bed-ridden, feverish, feverish, dying,<br>Then the violent voice of my wife:<br>&quot;Watch out, the potatoes are burning!&quot;<br>I smelled them ... then there was irresistible disgust.<br>I pulled the trigger ... blackness ... light ...<br>Unspeakable regret ... fumbling for the world again.<br>Too late! Thus I came here,<br>With lungs for breathing ... one cannot breathe here with lungs,<br>Though one must breathe.... Of what use is it<br>To rid one's self of the world,<br>When no soul may ever escape the eternal destiny of life?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</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=373806" data-title="Harold Arnett de Edgar Lee Masters" data-description="I leaned against the mantel, sick, sick, Thinking of my failure, looking into the abysm, Weak from the noon-day heat. A church bell sounded mournfully far away, I heard the cry of a baby, And the coughing of John Yarnell, Bed-ridden, feverish, fev..."></div> </div> </div>

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