<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488156" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fourteen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">While in china at night on the great wall<br>By a hill, there he writes about the moon<br>His shadow his flute and his<br>Cup of rice wine, <br>Then he sings for a while<br>And sleeps under a sky of stars<br>On a blanket of soft grass, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he immigrated<br>To the American city<br>He writes differently now<br>About the moon<br>As the companionless<br>wanderer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The head of a murdered man<br>Rolling on the floor<br>Uncontained by a sack<br>A moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or some kind of a fluorescent<br>Truant<br>A silver circular corpse<br>Infected with AIDS, <br>That corpuscle confusing<br>And ovulating</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Him, spoon feeding<br>Her with so much longing<br>Date-rape drug, where she howls like<br>A bitch</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the moon in that great American<br>City</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I just like it here, <br>The moon is still my<br>Moon child<br>my fair lady of the night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In all shining glory<br>Above the mango tree, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this little country..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=488156" data-title="Fourteen de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="While in china at night on the great wall By a hill, there he writes about the moon His shadow his flute and his Cup of rice wine, Then he sings for a while And sleeps under a sky of stars On a blanket of soft grass, When he immigrated To the A..."></div> </div> </div>

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