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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473952" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Spectre</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Spectres</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the olive grove I see a group print of ghosts, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">stumps of amputated boughs painted white; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look for a pen to draw eyes noses and ears, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to bring life to expressionless, pallid faces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have a ghostly photograph on my cottage's </div><div style="margin:10px 0">wall, it's from my merchant-navy college days, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the group of smiling youths are all dead now </div><div style="margin:10px 0">except for two, we're old timers spit and wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How young we were, 'here we are, life, ' smile, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">bitter regrets hadn't yet clouded our features; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">suit, tie and short hair, pre beat generation, our</div><div style="margin:10px 0">heroes were John Wayne and Edgar G. Hoover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is almost unbearable to see them like this, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look for a pencil got to make up for lost time, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">redraw their faces and bring them back to life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</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=473952" data-title="Spectre de Oskar Hansen" data-description="The Spectres In the olive grove I see a group print of ghosts, stumps of amputated boughs painted white; I look for a pen to draw eyes noses and ears, to bring life to expressionless, pallid faces. I have a ghostly photograph on my cott..."></div> </div> </div>
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