<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537409" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Overture to a Dance of Locomotives</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men with picked voices chant the names <br>of cities in a huge gallery: promises <br>that pull through descending stairways <br>to a deep rumbling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rubbing feet <br>of those coming to be carried quicken a <br>grey pavement into soft light that rocks <br>to and fro, under the domed ceiling, <br>across and across from pale <br>earthcolored walls of bare limestone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Covertly the hands of a great clock <br>go round and round! Were they to <br>move quickly and at once the whole <br>secret would be out and the shuffling <br>of all ants be done forever. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A leaning pyramid of sunlight, narrowing <br>out at a high window, moves by the clock: <br>disaccordant hands straining out from <br>a center: inevitable postures infinitely <br>repeated-- <br>two--twofour--twoeight! <br>Porters in red hats run on narrow platforms. <br>This way ma'am! <br>--important not to take <br>the wrong train! <br>Lights from the concrete <br>ceiling hang crooked but-- <br>Poised horizontal <br>on glittering parallels the dingy cylinders <br>packed with a warm glow--inviting entry-- <br>pull against the hour. But brakes can <br>hold a fixed posture till-- <br>The whistle! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not twoeight. Not twofour. Two! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gliding windows. Colored cooks sweating <br>in a small kitchen. Taillights-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In time: twofour! <br>In time: twoeight! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">--rivers are tunneled: trestles <br>cross oozy swampland: wheels repeating <br>the same gesture remain relatively <br>stationary: rails forever parallel <br>return on themselves infinitely. <br>The dance is sure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Carlos+Williams">William Carlos Williams</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=537409" data-title="Overture to a Dance of Locomotives de William Carlos Williams" data-description="Men with picked voices chant the names of cities in a huge gallery: promises that pull through descending stairways to a deep rumbling. The rubbing feet of those coming to be carried quicken a grey pavement into soft light that rocks to an..."></div> </div> </div>

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