<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448138" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wild Duck</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That was a great night we spied upon<br> See-sawing home,<br> Singing a hot sweet song to the super-stars<br> Shuffling off behind the smoke-haze…<br> Fog-horns sentimentalizing on the river…<br> Lights dwindling to shining slits<br> In the wet asphalt…<br> Purring lights… red and green and golden-whiskered…<br> Digging daintily pointed claws in the soft mud…<br> … But you did not know…<br> As the trains made golden augers<br> Boring in the darkness…<br> How my heart kept racing out along the rails,<br> As a spider runs along a thread<br> And hauls him in again<br> To some drawing point…<br> You did not know<br> How wild ducks' wings<br> Itch at dawn…<br> How at dawn the necks of wild ducks<br> Arch to the sun<br> And new-mown air<br> Trickles sweet in their gullets.<br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As water, cleared of the reflection of a bird<br> That has lately flown across it,<br> Yet trembles with the beating of its wings,<br> So my soul… emptied of the known you… utterly…<br> Is yet vibrant with the cadence of the song<br> You might have been….<br> 'Twas a great night…<br> With never a waste look over a shoulder<br> Curved to the crook of the wind…<br> And a great word we threw<br> For memory to play knuckles with…<br> A word the waters of the world have washed,<br> Leaving it stark and without smell…<br> A world that rattles well in emptiness: Good-by.</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> <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=448138" data-title="Wild Duck de Lola Ridge" data-description="I That was a great night we spied upon See-sawing home, Singing a hot sweet song to the super-stars Shuffling off behind the smoke-haze… Fog-horns sentimentalizing on the river… Lights dwindling to shining slits In the wet asphalt… ..."></div> </div> </div>

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