<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429671" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Evening Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep, McKade.<br>  Fold up the day. It was a bright scarf.<br>  Put it away.<br>  Take yourself to pieces like a house of cards.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is time to be a grey mouse under a tall building.<br>  Go there. Go there now.<br>  Look at the huge nails. Run behind the pipes.<br>  Scamper in the walls.<br>  Crawl towards the beckoning girl, her breasts are warm.<br>  But here is a dead man. A murderer?<br>  Kill him with your pistol. Creep past him to the girl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep, McKade.<br>  Throw one arm across the bed. Wind your watch.<br>  You are a gentleman, and important.<br>  Yawn. Go to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The continent turning from the sun is quiet.<br>  Your ticker waits for tomorrow morning<br>  And you are alive now.<br>  It will be a long time before they put McKade under the sod.<br>  Sometime, but not now.<br>  Sometime, though. Sometime, for certain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take apart your brain,<br>  Close the mouths in it that have been hungry,<br>  They are fed for a while.<br>  Go to sleep, you are a gentleman. McKade, alive and sane.<br>  A gentleman of position.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tip your hat to the lady.<br>  Speak to the mayor.<br>  You are a personal friend of the mayor's, are you not?<br>  True. A friend of the mayor's.<br>  And you met the Queen of Roumania. True.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then go to sleep.<br>  Be a dog sleeping in the old sun.<br>  Be a poodle drowsing in the old sun, by the Appian Way.<br>  Be a dog lying the meadow watching soldiers pass on the road.<br>  Chase after the woman who beckons.<br>  Run from the policeman with the dagger. It will split your bones.<br>  Be terrified.<br>  Curl up and drowse on the pavement of Fifth Avenue in the old sun.<br>  Sleep, McKade.<br>  Yawn.<br>  Go to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kenneth+Fearing">Kenneth Fearing</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=429671" data-title="Evening Song de Kenneth Fearing" data-description="Sleep, McKade.   Fold up the day. It was a bright scarf.   Put it away.   Take yourself to pieces like a house of cards. It is time to be a grey mouse under a tall building.   Go there. Go there now.   Look at the huge nails. Run behind..."></div> </div> </div>

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