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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Composure</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(The speaker addresses himself)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Lighten up, you bitch, stop being so bitter.<br>You lobbied for night. It falls. Right here.<br>The air, a haziness, wimples the town.<br>Peace for some, for the others the jitters. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With cranked-up hope, the plodding herd, most of us,<br>sapped silly by desire, that ruthlessness,<br>we bend in the traces and ask mortgage on remorse.<br>Dear, dear, glum thing, let's hold hands. Come 'ere. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let's get away. Look up. There the gone years slouch<br>in second-hand robes on the balcony of the sky—<br>over the abyss Regret breaks water, smirking. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=354415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The dead sun's gonna pass out under the bridge.<br>And like a mummy's long bandage, off to the west,<br>listen, sweets, listen, the double-soft dark is coming on.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Charles+Baudelaire">Charles Baudelaire</a></strong></div>