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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In the Smoking Car</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eyelids meet. He'll catch a little nap. <br>The grizzled, crew-cut head drops to his chest. <br>It shakes above the briefcase on his lap. <br>Close voices breathe, &quot;Poor sweet, he did his best.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Poor sweet, poor sweet,&quot; the bird-hushed glades repeat, <br>Through which in quiet pomp his litter goes, <br>Carried by native girls with naked feet. <br>A sighing stream concurs in his repose. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could he but think, he might recall to mind <br>The righteous mutiny or sudden gale <br>That beached him here; the dear ones left behind . . . <br>So near the ending, he forgets the tale. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were he to lift his eyelids now, he might <br>Behold his maiden porters, brown and bare. <br>But even here he has no appetite. <br>It is enough to know that they are there. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enough that now a honeyed music swells, <br>The gentle, mossed declivities begin, <br>And the whole air is full of flower-smells. <br>Failure, the longed-for valley, takes him in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Wilbur">Richard Wilbur</a><div class=q>
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Close voices breathe, &quot;Poor sweet, he did his best.&quot; 

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