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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On a windy night (in answer to T.S. Eliot)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. It’s Midnight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s Midnight <br>and the wind brushes softly though my hair, <br>there are long drawn out shadows everywhere<br>under the street lamps and the bright light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">is stringed out in white<br>beacon after beacon leading for some to somewhere<br>but to me it feels as if they are going nowhere, <br>as if this dark night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">is endless without form or shape<br>and one lonely shadow is following me<br>while branches are caught in a macabre dance<br>and there’s a chill at the nape<br>of my neck and darkness wherever I see<br>while I walk as if in a trance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. Half past one</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Half past one<br>and the spluttering street lump did mutter<br>“so you had your fun, ”<br>and no single word did I utter </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and at my back fear was crawling<br>as if in the past night<br>I had done a unpardonable sin and wind was the singing<br>“do not look back” and above me the stars was bright</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but a strange feeling was in me<br>as if something evil was following, <br>as if from it I would never be free<br>and I glimpsed back, in my daring caught a glance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of something without shadow sneaking behind<br>and I believed that it as a trick of the mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III. It was half-past two</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was half-past two<br>and while walking through the park<br>I did not have a clue<br>where I was going and the night was very dark</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and a black thinned out cat sneaked past<br>with green glowing eyes<br>as if the tranquillity could not last<br>and all of the past goodbyes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where coming to my mind<br>of loved animals, friends and you<br>as if I was blind and never again to find<br>the place in the world where I belonged to</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and with a leap of delight<br>the cat found something to eat in that night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV. The darkness washed over me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The darkness washed over me<br>falling like a old worn out cloak<br>and there were known stars that I could see<br>but with feelings wanted to choke</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it was half-past three<br>with a strange familiar howl in the wind<br>and the cat was eying me<br>as if in me it had find</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a close compatriot <br>who is also a dweller in the night, <br>but in life I felt like a idiot<br>watching the bright</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lights of cars passing in the distance, <br>praying for some kind of deliverance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V. At four I was chilly</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>At four I was chilly <br>and did not want to wait in the park anymore, <br>the cat was still with me<br>purring much more in love with me than before</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I carried it while stroking it<br>as if I had found a new friend<br>and bit by tiny bit<br>I liked it and it was no fiend</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but a tiny living thing<br>with shiny bright eyes burning<br>right through me and the wind did sing<br>the leaves on branches were still churning</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and for a time I had company, <br>and it was great to be alive with something that loved me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI. The memory was crowding me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The memory was crowding me, <br>as if there was no escape<br>that on a similar night I did see<br>a glance of beauty peering from beneath a cape</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then it was somewhat chilly<br>not like now a summer night<br>and a strange passion did fill me<br>to see her full face in the bright light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but into the night she did disappear<br>with white cheeks and the fire of a eye<br>as if she was not meant to be near<br>and now with the sun in a bright sky</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with a bird calling on its mate<br>I see her standing at the garden gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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It’s Midnight 
and the wind brushes softly though my hair, 
there are long drawn out shadows everywhere
under the street lamps and the bright light

is stringed out in white
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