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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aunt Sally Speaks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who have been educated out of naive responses,<br>The hoodoo of love, the cinderella of class<br>Knowing that everywhere man has the same clock face,<br>the same moody defences</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Against age and the loss of love in the hope of millennimums<br>Who think too much perhaps of elegance<br>Or the form of wisdom, having outgrown dreams<br>Like baby clothes a long while since;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Wiseacres playing with terrible dolls in the twilight<br>holding our sides, thinking of mad Loyola<br>Or that bald maker of roads, the much stabbed Caesar<br>Till the stars are bright;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who cannot live in the Very Lights of the headlines<br>Or forget the unrehearsed summer of the shires<br>Because Europe is frightened, quakes like a woman,<br>Looks wildly behind?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How shall we live except as plants or fays<br>Who cannot take ten deep breaths in any crowd?<br>Neither the whimsical mob, nor those whose better times<br>Are only a pierrots disguise</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For the disastrous pathos of their present?<br>What shall we do who cannot place a candle<br>Before the ikon of the future, nor yet acquiesce<br>Unconsciously in habit?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For whom the actor's gesture, the preacher's word<br>Are not enough being at all times too conscious<br>Of the shortcomings of motive, who refuse drugs<br>And the tailspin of madness?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What shall we do with our hardened arteries<br>Under the zeppelin shade of catastrophe<br>but emulate the gloss and selfishness of china<br>Till the clocks fly away?</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=Kenneth+Allott">Kenneth Allott</a></strong></div>

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