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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384049" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Songs for a Colored Singer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A washing hangs upon the line, <br>but it's not mine. <br>None of the things that I can see <br>belong to me. <br>The neighbors got a radio with an aerial; <br>we got a little portable. <br>They got a lot of closet space; <br>we got a suitcase. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I say, &quot;Le Roy, just how much are we owing?<br>Something I can't comprehend,<br>the more we got the more we spend....&quot;<br>He only answers, &quot;Let's get going.&quot;<br>Le Roy, you're earning too much money now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit and look at our backyard<br>and find it very hard.<br>What have we got for all his dollars and cents?<br>--A pile of bottles by the fence.<br>He's faithful and he's kind<br>but he sure has an inquiring mind.<br>He's seen a lot; he's bound to see the rest,<br>and if I protest</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Le Roy answers with a frown,<br>&quot;Darling, when I earns I spends.<br>The world is wide; it still extends....<br>I'm going to get a job in the next town.&quot;<br>Le Roy, you're earning too much money now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time has come to call a halt;<br>and so it ends.<br>He's gone off with his other friends.<br>He needn't try to make amends,<br>this occasion's all his fault.<br>Through rain and dark I see his face<br>across the street at Flossie's place.<br>He's drinking in the warm pink glow<br>to th' accompaniment of the piccolo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time has come to call a halt.<br>I met him walking with Varella<br>and hit him twice with my umbrella.<br>Perhaps that occasion was my fault,<br>but the time has come to call a halt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go drink your wine and go get tight.<br>Let the piccolo play.<br>I'm sick of all your fussing anyway.<br>Now I'm pursuing my own way.<br>I'm leaving on the bus tonight.<br>Far down the highway wet and black<br>I'll ride and ride and not come back.<br>I'm going to go and take the bus<br>and find someone monogamous.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The time has come to call a halt.<br>I've borrowed fifteen dollars fare<br>and it will take me anywhere.<br>For this occasion's all his fault.<br>The time has come to call a halt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lullaby.<br>Adult and child<br>sink to their rest.<br>At sea the big ship sinks and dies,<br>lead in its breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lullaby.<br>Let mations rage,<br>let nations fall.<br>The shadow of the crib makes an enormous cage<br>upon the wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lullaby.<br>Sleep on and on,<br>war's over soon.<br>Drop the silly, harmless toy,<br>pick up the moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lullaby.<br>If they should say<br>you have no sense,<br>don't you mind them; it won't make<br>much difference.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lullaby.<br>Adult and child<br>sink to their rest.<br>At sea the big ship sinks and dies,<br>lead in its breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What's that shining in the leaves, <br>the shadowy leaves, <br>like tears when somebody grieves, <br>shining, shining in the leaves? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it dew or is it tears, <br>dew or tears, <br>hanging there for years and years <br>like a heavy dew of tears? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then that dew begins to fall, <br>roll down and fall, <br>Maybe it's not tears at all. <br>See it, see it roll and fall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hear it falling on the ground, <br>hear, all around. <br>That is not a tearful sound, <br>beating, beating on the ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">See it lying there like seeds, <br>like black seeds. <br>see it taking root like weeds, <br>faster, faster than the weeds, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">all the shining seeds take root, <br>conspiring root, <br>and what curious flower or fruit <br>will grow from that conspiring root? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">fruit or flower? It is a face. <br>Yes, a face. <br>In that dark and dreary place <br>each seed grows into a face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like an army in a dream <br>the faces seem, <br>darker, darker, like a dream. <br>They're too real to be a dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Bishop">Elizabeth Bishop</a><div class=q>
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A washing hangs upon the line, 
but it's not mine. 
None of the things that I can see 
belong to me. 
The neighbors got a radio with an aerial; 
we got a little portable. 
They got a lot of closet space; 
we got a suitcase. 

I say, &quot;Le Ro..."></div>
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