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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Merry Window</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The alabaster legs of the lonely woman<br>hang from the window like white ensigns<br>out of the laughing window like false teeth<br>sheets, flagstaffs, telescopes, rolls of music,<br>or you would say beheaded necks of swans<br>or the electric horns of factories<br>where foreign dreams are nightly fabricated.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yearning for her coal once heaved in the seam<br>for her the sewers shrieked their way through London<br>and pigeons ate each other in the air.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the deserted lady is frozen to the marrow<br>her heart has floated into her left leg<br>and her forked tongue asks in three languages<br>for a bassoon, a pyramid, and an egg.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All the white birds have flown out of her lips<br>the Polar Bear has eaten her left breast<br>her eyes are covered with yellow webs of dust,<br>in fact she is what a Saint would call abandoned<br>since even her own self has forgotten her.</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=Francis+Scarfe">Francis Scarfe</a></strong></div>