<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471346" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jar of Origami Cranes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In rooftops, in trellises<br>People strut like an alley cat<br>Gyrating their flamboyance<br>And trying hard to enthuse<br>The blasé of the spectators below</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In gardens, in sea shores<br>People will prod for a gazebo<br>And conceal their precious jewels<br>Screen them from the thorns and tides <br>And from the sweltering sight of the sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In planes, ships, or trains<br>People would doze in the expedition<br>And rest their lethargic heads<br>To miss the motion picture<br>Playing outside their windows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In bedrooms, in churches<br>People would utter a prayer<br>Before looming icons and candles<br>To deliver them from all evil<br>Such blinded greedy pleas of fanatics</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In bookshelves, in bar corners<br>People would careen over the macabre<br>And sulk in inebriated isolation<br>Titivated by loquacious melancholy<br>A feigned scream of brazen idiosyncrasy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In poems, in letters<br>People, like myself, errs<br>And dispense everything into angst<br>Rasped by an ineffable trance <br>Of lackadaisical sycophancy </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In simplification, in surrealism<br>People would lose the rhythm<br>And reduce the pulp into a gravy boat<br>Of cheap, mentholated or carbonized, <br>Gaudy and squalid hedonism</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I would stumble on a place<br>Where I can make origami cranes<br>I would pawn a lifetime and craft a sunset <br>From a folded paper and keep it in a jar<br>Like a fallow secrecy of a Pandora's Box</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I could build such a place instead<br>I'd settle to the places where the sun<br>Rises its head and sets back in attrition<br>So that all the people, sybarite or saint, could muse<br>The jars of origami cranes and fondle each other's laments</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> <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=471346" data-title="Jar of Origami Cranes de Norman Santos" data-description="In rooftops, in trellises People strut like an alley cat Gyrating their flamboyance And trying hard to enthuse The blasé of the spectators below In gardens, in sea shores People will prod for a gazebo And conceal their precious jewels Screen the..."></div> </div> </div>

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