<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400823" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Les-Durham smoke</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twas like a transferred odd bargain; <br>the harbor waited - wraith's silence, <br>Hope lived in souls - utopian thence, <br>a notion spelled thrice - and again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had sent the mail - my filed advice, <br>upon moors stood, mist-blurred double-dyed, <br>the ghosts of sodding souls who died, <br>dark traveler asked for bride price.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In air he thumped, rhythmic like waves; <br>and cruel did ask for his death toll; <br>in town the women wore black stoles, <br>the 'lost in sea' dwell in void graves; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Charon hummed, our ship entered, <br>in this harbor where life's borders, <br>in verse 'bout cold of rhymed folders; <br>wake-waters trail was off-centered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stood upon the moors - I knew<br>the wind whipped ropes upon head-mast, <br>- we drew the guns; he lifted fast; <br>my shots echoed, debt-law to ensue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt the slug, he moved across, <br>alread'-a-ghost, on moors he stood; <br>Tasted the blood - lifted, I should, <br>red drops dropping on grass and moss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lit a rolled Les-Durham smoke, <br>children were watching me round-eyed; <br>twas May, perhaps another died, <br>I heard bells ring and three craws croak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</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=400823" data-title="Les-Durham smoke de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="Twas like a transferred odd bargain; the harbor waited - wraith's silence, Hope lived in souls - utopian thence, a notion spelled thrice - and again. Had sent the mail - my filed advice, upon moors stood, mist-blurred double-dyed, the ghosts..."></div> </div> </div>

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