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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Apology for the Bottle Volcanic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes I dip my pen and find the bottle full of fire, <br>The salamanders flying forth I cannot but admire.<br>It's Etna, or Vesuvius, if those big things were small,<br>And then 'tis but itself again, and does not smoke at all.<br>And so my blood grows cold. I say, &quot;The bottle held but ink,<br>And, if you thought it otherwise, the worser for your think.&quot;<br>And then, just as I throw my scribbled paper on the floor,<br>The bottle says, &quot;Fe, fi, fo, fum,&quot; and steams and shouts some more.<br>O sad deceiving ink, as bad as liquor in its way—<br>All demons of a bottle size have pranced from you to-day,<br>And seized my pen for hobby-horse as witches ride a broom,<br>And left a trail of brimstone words and blots and gobs of gloom.<br>And yet when I am extra good and say my prayers at night, <br>And mind my ma, and do the chores, and speak to folks polite,<br>My bottle spreads a rainbow-mist, and from the vapor fine<br>Ten thousand troops from fairyland come riding in a line.<br>I've seen them on their chargers race around my study chair,<br>They opened wide the window and rode forth upon the air.<br>The army widened as it went, and into myriads grew,<br>O how the lances shimmered, how the silvery trumpets blew!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a><div class=q>
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The salamanders flying forth I cannot but admire.
It's Etna, or Vesuvius, if those big things were small,
And then 'tis but itself again, and does not smoke at all.
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