<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414305" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nostalgic mood for M lady Ernestine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No moon tonight, no stars in view.<br>The darkness rules triumphantly<br> There’s nothing left for us to do<br>but ignite the gas, create light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The striking match, the hiss of gas<br>The mantle starts to glow blue white.<br> We let the after image pass <br>and we regain the power of sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mantel mirror throws the light<br> that’s caught and held by polished brass<br> and china plates of blue and white<br> and by the china cabinets glass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Familiar things come into view.<br>Although we see them every day.<br> By the soft glow we see anew <br>as though they’ve changed some subtle way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The curtains which hold back the night<br>adopt somehow a richer hue.<br> Though worn and faded by sunlight.<br>By soft gaslight look almost new.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Progress insisted that we change <br>and they installed electricity.<br>The old familiar things look strange<br>The light falls simultaneously.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s no reflections to and fro<br> in the way there used to be.<br>I much preferred the softer glow<br> that I recall from memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can’t go back although I would <br>given the opportunity.<br>Perhaps I’m in nostalgic mood <br>forgetting things conveniently.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ever present smell of gas <br>and fumes that coated everything.<br> Obscured the twinkle of the brass.<br> which needed daily polishing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I must admit reluctantly <br>though I adored the softer glow.<br>I’m used to electricity <br>outmoded fashions have to go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">14-Nov-08</div><div style="margin:10px 0">http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</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=414305" data-title="Nostalgic mood for M lady Ernestine de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="No moon tonight, no stars in view. The darkness rules triumphantly There’s nothing left for us to do but ignite the gas, create light. The striking match, the hiss of gas The mantle starts to glow blue white. We let the after image pass and ..."></div> </div> </div>

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