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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Going Back To School</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past <br>And all the grey waves flamed to red again <br>At the dead sun's last glimmer. Far and vast <br>The Sausalito lights burned suddenly <br>In little dots and clumps, as if a pen <br>Had scrawled vague lines of gold across the hills; <br>The sky was like a cup some rare wine fills, <br>And stars came as he watched <br>- and he was free <br>One splendid instant - back in the great room, <br>Curled in a chair with all of them beside <br>And the whole world a rush of happy voices, <br>With laughter beating in a clamorous tide. . . . <br>Saw once again the heat of harvest fume <br>Up to the empty sky in threads like glass, <br>And ran, and was a part of what rejoices <br>In thunderous nights of rain; lay in the grass <br>Sun-baked and tired, looking through a maze <br>Of tiny stems into a new green world; <br>Once more knew eves of perfume, days ablaze <br>With clear, dry heat on the brown, rolling fields; <br>Shuddered with fearful ecstasy in bed <br>Over a book of knights and bloody shields . . . <br>The ship slowed, jarred and stopped. There, straight ahead, <br>Were dock and fellows. Stumbling, he was whirled <br>Out and away to meet them - and his back <br>Slumped to the old half-cringe, his hands fell slack; <br>A big boy's arm went round him - and a twist <br>Sent shattering pain along his tortured wrist, <br>As a voice cried, a bloated voice and fat, <br>'Why it's Miss Nancy! Come along, you rat!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Vincent+Benet">Stephen Vincent Benet</a><div class=q>
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And all the grey waves flamed to red again 
At the dead sun's last glimmer. Far and vast 
The Sausalito lights burned suddenly 
In little dots and clumps, as if a pen 
Had scrawled vague lines of gold a..."></div>
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