<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535153" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The City Dead-House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BY the City Dead-House, by the gate,<br> As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor,<br> I curious pause--for lo! an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute<br> brought;<br> Her corpse they deposit unclaim'd--it lies on the damp brick<br> pavement;<br> The divine woman, her body--I see the Body--I look on it alone,<br> That house once full of passion and beauty--all else I notice not;<br> Nor stillness so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odors<br> morbific impress me;<br> But the house alone--that wondrous house--that delicate fair house--<br> that ruin!<br> That immortal house, more than all the rows of dwellings ever built!<br> Or white-domed Capitol itself, with majestic figure surmounted--or<br> all the old high-spired cathedrals; 10<br> That little house alone, more than them all--poor, desperate house!<br> Fair, fearful wreck! tenement of a Soul! itself a Soul!<br> Unclaim'd, avoided house! take one breath from my tremulous lips;<br> Take one tear, dropt aside as I go, for thought of you,<br> Dead house of love! house of madness and sin, crumbled! crush'd!<br> House of life--erewhile talking and laughing--but ah, poor house!<br> dead, even then;<br> Months, years, an echoing, garnish'd house--but dead, dead, dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</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=535153" data-title="The City Dead-House de Walt Whitman" data-description="BY the City Dead-House, by the gate, As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause--for lo! an outcast form, a poor dead prostitute brought; Her corpse they deposit unclaim'd--it lies on the damp brick pavement; The di..."></div> </div> </div>

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