<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523703" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unheeded in the spread of his name, quaking</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unheeded in the spread of his name, quaking<br> Through the knit brow cuddling the sombre eye<br>Twice buckled into the couch of his yearning</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mouldy cast of unsculptured hands, moulting<br> In the surging sweaty cries' unexpected sigh<br>Sooner lost than won with unrenewed longing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every day, every night in chastened haste, calling<br> That one face, one hand trembling on bosomy thigh<br>Through all the twigs of his knotty brooding</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mighty log in the dismembered chips, raking<br> In uneasy orgasms of a protracted lie<br>The woman clasped in the memory revolting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fleshy hair to press, hovering nostrils, drinking<br> In the incensing vapours, and that face a wry<br>Screaming in the rubbing spasm, a bloody cursing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All, all and more, and the biting shame, clawing<br> Now at the name, silently growing, that shy<br>Child of old hopefully shared and lingered moaning</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(© T. Wignesan,1957; first pub. in 'Forum Academicum', University of Heidelberg,1957; from the collection: T. Wignesan. Tracks of a Tramp. 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> <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=523703" data-title="Unheeded in the spread of his name, quaking de T. Wignesan" data-description="Unheeded in the spread of his name, quaking Through the knit brow cuddling the sombre eye Twice buckled into the couch of his yearning The mouldy cast of unsculptured hands, moulting In the surging sweaty cries' unexpected sigh Sooner lost than..."></div> </div> </div>

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