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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428458" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O hideous little bat, the size of snot, <br>With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes, <br>To populate the stinking cat you walk <br>The promontory of the dead man’s nose, <br>Climb with the fine leg of a Duncan-Phyfe <br>The smoking mountains of my food <br>And in a comic mood <br>In mid-air take to bed a wife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Riding and riding with your filth of hair <br>On gluey foot or wing, forever coy, <br>Hot from the compost and green sweet decay, <br>Sounding your buzzer like an urchin toy— <br>You dot all whiteness with diminutive stool, <br>In the tight belly of the dead <br>Burrow with hungry head <br>And inlay maggots like a jewel. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>At your approach the great horse stomps and paws <br>Bringing the hurricane of his heavy tail; <br>Shod in disease you dare to kiss my hand <br>Which sweeps against you like an angry flail; <br>Still you return, return, trusting your wing <br>To draw you from the hunter’s reach <br>That learns to kill to teach <br>Disorder to the tinier thing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My peace is your disaster. For your death <br>Children like spiders cup their pretty hands <br>And wives resort to chemistry of war. <br>In fens of sticky paper and quicksands <br>You glue yourself to death. Where you are stuck <br>You struggle hideously and beg, <br>You amputate your leg <br>Imbedded in the amber muck. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But I, a man, must swat you with my hate, <br>Slap you across the air and crush your flight, <br>Must mangle with my shoe and smear your blood, <br>Expose your little guts pasty and white, <br>Knock your head sidewise like a drunkard’s hat, <br>Pin your wings under like a crow’s, <br>Tear off your flimsy clothes <br>And beat you as one beats a rat. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then like Gargantua I stride among <br>The corpses strewn like raisins in the dust, <br>The broken bodies of the narrow dead <br>That catch the throat with fingers of disgust. <br>I sweep. One gyrates like a top and falls <br>And stunned, stone blind, and deaf <br>Buzzes its frightful F <br>And dies between three cannibals.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Karl+Shapiro">Karl Shapiro</a><div class=q>
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With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes, 
To populate the stinking cat you walk 
The promontory of the dead man’s nose, 
Climb with the fine leg of a Duncan-Phyfe 
The smoking mountains of my food 
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