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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=398939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nights and days (in answer to T.S. Eliot)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=398939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=398939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The summer day draws to a end<br>with its last light spent<br>with blaring television sets, <br>at the racetrack, people checking their last bets<br>children playing in passageways<br>that had seen better days<br>and in city block after city block<br>with flower pots being displayed<br>on balconies<br>the rain patters down<br>and time stretches to seven o’clock<br>in another rundown town<br>where vagrants stand under trees in vacant lots<br>trying to shelter against the rainy breeze<br>as human beings with spirits, stripped gone<br>when the streetlamps go on<br>one after another first flickering<br>and prostitutes indiscreetly start to walk the streets <br>rather gay and alluring.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=398939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=398939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The early morning light<br>shines bright through open windows<br>and unfamiliar couples awake next to each other<br>do not even know each other’s names<br>and do not bother to kiss goodbye<br>in apartments and houses where the smell of sex, <br>champagne, beer or wine is still lingering<br>from the nightly escapades<br>and the blue sky shimmers with freshness. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=398939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=398939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alone in a city apartment, <br>one among hundreds of others, <br>you lit a candle and solitary <br>have a candlelight dinner<br>with sparkling sherry<br>in a long glass<br>and are really beautiful <br>with big dark eyes, <br>a pear shaped face<br>and soft tender lips<br>and think how sweet <br>it would have been<br>if you had some company<br>and life stretches out almost endlessly<br>with going to work, your duties there<br>and coming home to an empty flat<br>and downstairs the Nigerians<br>are having another all-night party<br>with music thumping<br>through the floor, <br>the next-door neighbour<br>is again having a row<br>with his fiancée or wife<br>and they are slamming doors<br>and life is going on<br>in the same way <br>that it usually does.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=398939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=398939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Somewhere up high, beyond the endless sky, <br>beyond the universe, the Lord is looking down<br>at every city, every single town<br>seeing every person<br>and even their thoughts, personal, private, <br>lascivious or serene<br>becomes part of His understanding<br>of human beings.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=398939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">[Reference: Preludes by T.S. Eliot.]</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=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a></strong></div>