<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535758" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Statement With Rhymes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Plurality is all. I walk among the restaurants, <br>the theatres, the grocery stores; I ride the cars <br>and hear of Mrs. Bedford’s teeth and Albuquerque, <br>strikes unsettled, someone’s simply marvelous date, <br>news of the German Jews, the baseball scores, <br>storetalk and whoretalk, talk of wars. I turn <br>the pages of a thousand books to read <br>the names of Buddha, Malthus, Walker Evans, Stendhal, André Gide, <br>Ouspenski; note the terms: obscurantism, <br>factorize, fagaceous, endocarp; descend <br>the nervous stairs to hear the broken ends <br>of songs that float through city air. <br>In Osnabrück and Ogden, on the Passamaquoddy Bay, <br>in Ahmednagar, Waco (Neb.), in Santa Fé, <br>propelled by zeros, zinc, and zephyrs, always I’m pursued <br>by thoughts of what I am, authority, remembrance, food, <br>the letter on the mezzanine, the unemployed, dogs’ lonely faces, pianos and decay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Plurality is all. I sympathize, but cannot grieve <br>too long for those who wear their dialectics on their sleeves. <br>The pattern’s one I sometimes rather like; there’s really nothing wrong <br>with it for some. But I should add: It doesn’t wear for long, <br>before I push the elevator bell and quickly leave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Weldon+Kees">Weldon Kees</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=535758" data-title="Statement With Rhymes de Weldon Kees" data-description="Plurality is all. I walk among the restaurants, the theatres, the grocery stores; I ride the cars and hear of Mrs. Bedford’s teeth and Albuquerque, strikes unsettled, someone’s simply marvelous date, news of the German Jews, the baseball s..."></div> </div> </div>

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