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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429703" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Generation Reading The Newspapers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=429703" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We must be slow and delicate; return <br>the policeman's stare with some esteem, <br>remember this is not a shadow play <br>of doves and geese but this is now <br>the time to write it down, record the words— <br>I mean we should have left some pride <br>of youth and not forget the destiny of men <br>who say goodbye to the wives and homes <br>they've read about at breakfast in a restaurant: <br>'My love.'—without regret or bitterness <br>obtain the measure of the stride we make, <br>the latest song has chosen a theme of love <br>delivering us from all evil—destroy. . . ? <br>why no. . . this too is fanciful. . . funny how <br>hard it is to be slow and delicate in this, <br>this thing of framing words to mark this grave <br>I mean nothing short of blood in every street <br>on earth can fitly voice the loss of these.</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+Patchen">Kenneth Patchen</a></strong></div>