<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535770" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Upstairs Room</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It must have been in March the rug wore through.<br>Now the day passes and I stare<br>At warped pine boards my father's father nailed,<br>At the twisted grain. Exposed, where emptiness allows,<br>Are the wormholes of eighty years; four generations' shoes<br>Stumble and scrape and fall<br>To the floor my father stained,<br>The new blood streaming from his head. The drift<br>Of autumn fires and a century's cigars, that gun's<br>Magnanimous and brutal smoke, endure.<br>In March the rug was ragged as the past. The thread<br>rots like the lives we fasten on. Now it is August,<br>And the floor is blank, worn smooth,<br>And, for my life, imperishable.</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=535770" data-title="The Upstairs Room de Weldon Kees" data-description="It must have been in March the rug wore through. Now the day passes and I stare At warped pine boards my father's father nailed, At the twisted grain. Exposed, where emptiness allows, Are the wormholes of eighty years; four generations' shoes Stum..."></div> </div> </div>

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