<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wasted Landing - thoughts from an airport strike</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the hour of our departure O Lord<br>In our beginning is our end<br>To depart is to arrive yet not to arrive<br>at the same hour and place<br>in some other time zone<br>and in our departing is our arrival<br>and to arrive is to depart from where we have not been<br>and to depart is to arrive at where we will not go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into the departure hall from where we did not depart<br>into the arrival hall where we did not arrive<br>and the end of all our departures is our arrival<br>that we may arrive at where we did not go<br>and depart from where we have not been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now and in the hour of our departure O Lord</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I Tiresias have foresuffered all<br>on this self-same divan, or tired banquette<br>in the departure hall from where we have not gone, <br>in the arrival hall where we have not arrived, <br>and all our arrivings are departures<br>and all our departures are arrivings<br>departing from where we have not been, <br>arriving at where we will not go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sun shines bleakly through the window panes.<br>into the planes the trim staff come and go, <br>laundered into skies we cannot breathe.<br>'All flights are cancelled'; <br>'Sorry Sir, this ticket is not valid for this flight'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I Icarus have suffered thus<br>in Greece, in Rhodes, on all connecting flights, <br>in Delphi where I was not warned, <br>in Cumae where I could not go.<br>Passport Control. Do Not Pass This Point.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too hot the sun of Greece that day, <br>the sun I shall not see.<br>'Arrival Delayed'. 'Departure Delayed'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cold coming we had of it: <br>the baggage heavy, and the escalator steep, <br>the information scanty and the children fractious, <br>and the people. Oh the people.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cans. Packets. Yesterday's papers from yesterday's travellers.<br>Sandwiches we have not eaten.<br>Tread softly for you tread on my icecream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now and in the hour of our departure Lord</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</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=459858" data-title="The Wasted Landing - thoughts from an airport strike de Michael Shepherd" data-description="In the hour of our departure O Lord In our beginning is our end To depart is to arrive yet not to arrive at the same hour and place in some other time zone and in our departing is our arrival and to arrive is to depart from where we have not been ..."></div> </div> </div>

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