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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=569311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Populist</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dreamed myself of their people, I am of their people, <br>I thought they watched me that I watched them <br>that they </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>watched the sun and the clouds for the cities <br>are no longer mine image images </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>of existence (or song </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>of myself?) and the roads for the light <br>in the rear-view mirror is not <br>death but the light </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>of other lives tho if I stumble on a rock I speak <br>of rock if I am to say anything anything <br>if I am to tell of myself splendor <br>of the roads secrecy </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>of paths for a word like a glass </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>sphere encloses <br>the word opening <br>and opening </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>myself and I am sick </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>for a moment </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>with fear let the magic <br>infants speak we who have brought steel </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>and stone again <br>and again </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>into the cities in that word blind </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>word must speak <br>and speak the magic </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>infants’ speech driving <br>northward the populist <br>north slowly in the sunrise the lapping </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>of shallow <br>waters tongues </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>of the inlets glisten <br>like fur in the low tides all that </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>childhood envied the sounds </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>of the ocean </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>over the flatlands poems piers foolhardy </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>structures and the lives the ingenious <br>lives the winds </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>squall from the grazing <br>ranches’ wandering </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>fences young workmen’s </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>loneliness on the structures has touched <br>and touched the heavy tools tools <br>in our hands in the clamorous </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>country birth- <br>light savage </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>light of the landscape magic </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>page the magic <br>infants speak</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Oppen">George Oppen</a><div class=q>
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