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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523638" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blinks through bloodshot walks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When at five-thirty<br>In the rubbed-eye haziness<br>Of ferreting lonesome night walks<br>The camera-eye refugee<br>Asleep in the half wakefulness<br>Of the hour<br>Peers out of his high turbanned sockets: <br>Hyde Park's through road links<br>London's diurnally estranged couple -<br>The Arch and Gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When at five-thirty<br>The foot falls gently<br>Of the vision cut in dark recesses<br>And the man, finger gingerly on the fly<br>Gapes dolefully about<br>For a while<br>Exchanges a casual passing word<br>Standing in the Rembrandtesque clefts<br>And the multipled ma'm'selle trips out: <br>Neat and slick.<br>They say you meet the girls at parties<br>And get deeper than swine in orgies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When at five-thirty<br>The fisherman's chilled chips<br>Lie soggy and heeled under the Arch<br>Where patchy transparent wrappers cling<br>To slippery hands jingling the inexact change<br>That mounted the trustful fisherman's credit: <br>The stub legged fisher of diplomat<br>And cool cat<br>And the prostitutes' confidant; <br>Each shivering pimp's warming pan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then at five-thirty<br>The bowels of Hyde Park<br>Improperly growled and shunted<br>And shook the half-night-long<br>Lazily swaggering double-deckers, <br>Suddenly as in a rude recollection, <br>To break and pull, grind and swing away<br>And around, drawing the knotting air after<br>Curling and unfurling on the pavements.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And at five-thirty<br>The prostrate mindful old refugee<br>Dares not stir<br>Nor cares to wake and swallow<br>The precisely half-downed bottle<br>Of Coke clinging to the pearly dew<br>Nor lick the clasp knife clean<br>Lying bare by a tin of' skewed top<br>Corned beef, incisively culled<br>Look! that garden all spruced up<br>An incongruous lot of hair on that bald pate<br>No soul stirs in there but the foul air<br>No parking alongside but from eight to eight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Learning so hard and late<br> No time to scratch the bald pate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> At five-thirty-one<br>A minute just gone<br>The thud is on, the sledge-hammer yawns<br>And in the back of ears, strange noises<br>As from afar and a million feet tramp.<br>One infinitesimal particle knocks another<br>And the whirl begins in a silent rage<br>And the human heart beats harder<br>While in and around, this London<br>This atomic mammoth roams<br>In the wastes of wars and tumbling empires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(© T. Wignesan 1956, London; from T. Wignesan. Tracks of a Tramp. (A first collection of poems: 1948-61) Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=T.+Wignesan">T. Wignesan</a><div class=q>
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In the rubbed-eye haziness
Of ferreting lonesome night walks
The camera-eye refugee
Asleep in the half wakefulness
Of the hour
Peers out of his high turbanned sockets: 
Hyde Park's through road links
London's diurnally estrange..."></div>
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