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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448082" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flotsam</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crass rays streaming from the vestibules;<br> Cafes glittering like jeweled teeth;<br> High-flung signs<br> Blinking yellow phosphorescent eyes;<br> Girls in black<br> Circling monotonously<br> About the orange lights…<br> Nothing to guess at…<br> Save the darkness above<br> Crouching like a great cat.<br> In the dim-lit square,<br> Where dishevelled trees<br> Tustle with the wind—the wind like a scythe<br> Mowing their last leaves—<br> Arcs shimmering through a greenish haze—<br> Pale oval arcs<br> Like ailing virgins,<br> Each out of a halo circumscribed,<br> Pallidly staring…<br> Figures drift upon the benches<br> With no more rustle than a dropped leaf settling—<br> Slovenly figures like untied parcels,<br> And papers wrapped about their knees<br> Huddled one to the other,<br> Cringing to the wind—<br> The sided wind,<br> Leaving no breach untried…<br> So many and all so still…<br> The fountain slobbering its stone basin<br> Is louder than They—<br> Flotsam of the five oceans<br> Here on this raft of the world.<br> This old man's head<br> Has found a woman's shoulder.<br> The wind juggles with her shawl<br> That flaps about them like a sail,<br> And splashes her red faded hair<br> Over the salt stubble of his chin.<br> A light foam is on his lips,<br> As though dreams surged in him<br> Breaking and ebbing away…<br> And the bare boughs shuffle above him<br> And the twigs rattle like dice…<br> She—diffused like a broken beetle—<br> Sprawls without grace,<br> Her face gray as asphalt,<br> Her jaws sagging as on loosened hinges…<br> Shadows ply about her mouth—<br> Nimble shadows out of the jigging tree,<br> That dances above her its dance of dry bones.<br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A uniformed front,<br> Paunched;<br> A glance like a blow,<br> The swing of an arm,<br> Verved, vigorous;<br> Boot-heels clanking<br> In metallic rhythm;<br> The blows of a baton,<br> Quick, staccato…<br> —There is a rustling along the benches<br> As of dried leaves raked over…<br> And the old man lifts a shaking palsied hand,<br> Tucking the displaced paper about his knees.<br> Colder…<br> And a frost under foot,<br> Acid, corroding,<br> Eating through worn bootsoles.<br> Drab forms blur into greenish vapor.<br> Through boughs like cross-bones,<br> Pale arcs flare and shiver<br> Like lilies in a wind.<br> High over Broadway<br> A far-flung sign<br> Glitters in indigo darkness<br> And spurts again rhythmically,<br> Spraying great drops<br> Red as a hemorrhage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lola+Ridge">Lola Ridge</a><div class=q>
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 Cafes glittering like jeweled teeth;
 High-flung signs
 Blinking yellow phosphorescent eyes;
 Girls in black
 Circling monotonously
 About the orange lights…
 Nothing to guess at…
 Save the darkness a..."></div>
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