<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No louder than the snoring tigers lolling tongue!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O’ my sleeping; weeping, thoughts.<br>Were like army blankets, you and I<br>observing; naught but sunbeams...<br>Naught...<br>But the lintel iron moonbeams, <br>under—which no one listens.<br>Nor speaks—but gibberish<br>No one sleeps, no one, dreams.<br>But even so’ it’s a sentry’s landscape<br>that’s foolhardy bold as any heaven<br>that’s nonsensical, as any song, <br>Sung in rhyme—one learns to love.<br>(That’s as still, as any silence<br>Hammering... in the darkened thereafter.) <br>“My own horrors anthem shot shall roar an alarm”...<br>No louder than the snoring tigers lolling tongue!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Heathcote">Mark Heathcote</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=455191" data-title="No louder than the snoring tigers lolling tongue! de Mark Heathcote" data-description="O’ my sleeping; weeping, thoughts. Were like army blankets, you and I observing; naught but sunbeams... Naught... But the lintel iron moonbeams, under—which no one listens. Nor speaks—but gibberish No one sleeps, no one, dreams. But even so..."></div> </div> </div>

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