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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=463647" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Diotima 2 part one</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There, ' she said, clearing her throat, <br>shaking the hair from her face<br>and taking a sip of Aether-Aid: <br>'Now you have it. Your own sweet dream.<br>I hope you like it. Tell me it isn't<br>just what you wanted.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Like it? I LOVE it. Thanks, alot.<br>But I'm gonna' turn the light out now, <br>I'm kinda' tired and I have to get up early.<br>They're flying me to Albany.'<br>(I'd pulled a muscle at the gym and was in tremendous pain) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No, now! ' she said, turning the light back on.<br>'What's the matter. Do you think this was easy? '<br>'Absolutely not, ' I said, yawning and winding the clock, <br>'but it's a small plane.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Look how bright it is! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It's bright alright. Cure for blindness. G'night.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I foresaw a quarter hour of fevered discussion.<br>Other men have girlfriends, wives, mommies. I have a muse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Have you listened to it? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Did. Cure for deafness. Good.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Should I turn it up? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sighed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We've been through this before.<br>The higher the volume the less I hear.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So you can hear it? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My pulse raced. Dead art, indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yes, it rhymes nicely, ' I remarked. 'Scans well.'<br>Voice-correct. Outlook-healthy, mood good<br>And not in the least political, thank God.<br>And not in the least religious.' Then, more critically, <br>'Actually, I rather like the time shift.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yeah. And what about the adjectives? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Um, ah, well, there don't seem to be any.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Exactly.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well done. Congratulations. Excellent. A ten. Goodnight.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wanted to suggest she visit Phillip Larkin<br>but remembered he was dead and so probably wouldn't be interested.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Diotima? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'XY is lonely tonight, I bet.<br>Why don't you run up and see him? <br>Hudson is beautiful this time of year. Very bleak.<br>There's a light on in his window, I'm sure.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He has house guests. I already checked. The benedictine is flowing.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I see.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Morgan+Michaels">Morgan Michaels</a><div class=q>
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