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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392833" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sleeping On The Wing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps it is to avoid some great sadness,<br> as in a Restoration tragedy the hero cries 'Sleep! <br> O for a long sound sleep and so forget it! '<br> that one flies, soaring above the shoreless city,<br> veering upward from the pavement as a pigeon<br> does when a car honks or a door slams, the door<br> of dreams, life perpetuated in parti-colored loves<br> and beautiful lies all in different languages.<br> <br> Fear drops away too, like the cement, and you<br> are over the Atlantic. Where is Spain? where is<br> who? The Civil War was fought to free the slaves,<br> was it? A sudden down-draught reminds you of gravity<br> and your position in respect to human love. But<br> here is where the gods are, speculating, bemused.<br> Once you are helpless, you are free, can you believe<br> that? Never to waken to the sad struggle of a face? <br> to travel always over some impersonal vastness,<br> to be out of, forever, neither in nor for! <br> <br> The eyes roll asleep as if turned by the wind<br> and the lids flutter open slightly like a wing.<br> The world is an iceberg, so much is invisible! <br> and was and is, and yet the form, it may be sleeping<br> too. Those features etched in the ice of someone<br> loved who died, you are a sculptor dreaming of space<br> and speed, your hand alone could have done this.<br> Curiosity, the passionate hand of desire. Dead,<br> or sleeping? Is there speed enough? And, swooping,<br> you relinquish all that you have made your own,<br> the kingdom of your self sailing, for you must awake<br> and breathe your warmth in this beloved image<br> whether it's dead or merely disappearing,<br> as space is disappearing and your singularity</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+O%27Hara">Frank O'Hara</a><div class=q>
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