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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471289" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hapless Bard, I Hear You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These hours of the night beckons<br>A solemn caveat to remember<br>How to unfold an empty leaf<br>And hold the old quill pen<br>And scribe the cranial iron fence<br>To unleash the tattered bard<br>Glacial like his antediluvian harmonica<br>A partner starving for heat<br>Amongst the ears of the arsonists</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inside the impending eaves of the dome<br>Of a frozen and infertile brook<br>Ensconced upon a motel room<br>With walls void of sympathy<br>And latticing chandelier-like cobwebs<br>Tinkered by the ominous wintry wind<br>As an old song played in his mazy head<br>Which it isn't too pleasant<br>Especially when the windows<br>Opens into the sea of concretes; <br>The devouring sea he averts<br>For it had once took his life away<br>Under the streetlights, <br>It flushed like granite tombs<br>Swathing the corpses of his ventures<br>Whilst the mountain passes of the hostelries<br>Carouse unknowingly<br>Of a bard cutting his ashen lips<br>To give his harmonica a sloppy kiss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Betrothed to his music<br>That the wolves love to gyrate with<br> Whilst making love in the shadows<br>That beleaguered his end of the string<br>And nobody heeds<br>About his end of the string<br>For even the elegiac cacophony<br>Is a euphonious display<br>Behind the motel room's persiennes.<br>His song about the soldier's wife<br>Was reduced into a travesty, <br>His songs about love and despair<br>Was seduced into the sea<br>Where it sank with the shipwreck; <br>He was a victim of the sirens.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tatterdemalion bard, <br>You may hide from the city<br>In an unnumbered hostel room<br>But your melody would scamper the city streets<br>Like a mad woman who lost her son<br>It will run and hunt<br>And knock on a boudoir<br>In spite of everything, still be welcomed in<br>For someone in the city's parks or alleys<br>Another soul live in your melody<br>Though some were masticated by ignorance<br>They can never find the ghosts<br>That died inside the euphonious opus<br>And they will never have you<br>So you never have to hide</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hapless Bard, <br>Whisper in the undergrowth once again<br>For the hungry heart of the city<br>Needs to sleep in your emaciated hymn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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A solemn caveat to remember
How to unfold an empty leaf
And hold the old quill pen
And scribe the cranial iron fence
To unleash the tattered bard
Glacial like his antediluvian harmonica
A partner starving for heat
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