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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=415036" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Searching For Pittsburgh</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, <br>between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart <br>and hesitates. Considers and then goes around it. <br>Trying to escape the mildness of our violent world. <br>Goes deeper, searching for what remains of Pittsburgh <br>in me. The rusting mills sprawled gigantically <br>along three rivers. The authority of them. <br>The gritty alleys where we played every evening were <br>stained pink by the inferno always surging in the sky, <br>as though Christ and the Father were still fashioning the Earth. <br>Locomotives driving through the cold rain, <br>lordly and bestial in their strength. Massive water <br>flowing morning and night throughout a city <br>girded with ninety bridges. Sumptuous-shouldered, <br>sleek-thighed, obstinate and majestic, unquenchable. <br>All grip and flood, mighty sucking and deep-rooted grace. <br>A city of brick and tired wood. Ox and sovereign spirit. <br>Primitive Pittsburgh. Winter month after month telling <br>of death. The beauty forcing us as much as harshness. <br>Our spirits forged in that wilderness, our minds forged <br>by the heart. Making together a consequence of America. <br>The fox watched me build my Pittsburgh again and again. <br>In Paris afternoons on Buttes-Chaumont. On Greek islands <br>with their fields of stone. In beds with women, sometimes, <br>amid their gentleness. Now the fox will live in our ruined <br>house. My tomatoes grow ripe among weeds and the sound <br>of water. In this happy place my serious heart has made. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Submitted by Joe Shields</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jack+Gilbert">Jack Gilbert</a><div class=q>
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between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart 
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Trying to escape the mildness of our violent world. 
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