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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374851" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Edward Hopper and the House by the Railroad (1925)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out here in the exact middle of the day,<br>This strange, gawky house has the expression<br>Of someone being stared at, someone holding<br>His breath underwater, hushed and expectant;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This house is ashamed of itself, ashamed<br>Of its fantastic mansard rooftop<br>And its pseudo-Gothic porch, ashamed<br>of its shoulders and large, awkward hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the man behind the easel is relentless.<br>He is as brutal as sunlight, and believes<br>The house must have done something horrible<br>To the people who once lived here</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because now it is so desperately empty,<br>It must have done something to the sky<br>Because the sky, too, is utterly vacant<br>And devoid of meaning. There are no</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trees or shrubs anywhere--the house<br>Must have done something against the earth.<br>All that is present is a single pair of tracks<br>Straightening into the distance. No trains pass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the stranger returns to this place daily<br>Until the house begins to suspect<br>That the man, too, is desolate, desolate<br>And even ashamed. Soon the house starts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To stare frankly at the man. And somehow<br>The empty white canvas slowly takes on<br>The expression of someone who is unnerved,<br>Someone holding his breath underwater.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then one day the man simply disappears.<br>He is a last afternoon shadow moving<br>Across the tracks, making its way<br>Through the vast, darkening fields.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This man will paint other abandoned mansions,<br>And faded cafeteria windows, and poorly lettered<br>Storefronts on the edges of small towns.<br>Always they will have this same expression,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The utterly naked look of someone<br>Being stared at, someone American and gawky.<br>Someone who is about to be left alone<br>Again, and can no longer stand it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Hirsch">Edward Hirsch</a><div class=q>
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This strange, gawky house has the expression
Of someone being stared at, someone holding
His breath underwater, hushed and expectant;

This house is ashamed of itself, ashamed
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