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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=523666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night in the Eyes, Invading</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=523666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I do not know if this is true what I see: <br>I see in some dim, distant, desolate rock-hold<br> gathering peoples, driven as though by common fear.<br>A low mournful humming drifts with the breeze<br> of manhood tread, and eyeless turban-headed<br> in the lambent darkness, fire-fly brands moving.<br>This symphonious humming fills my heart<br> with deep remorse I cannot quite understand.<br>In a winding never-ending line they keep coming: <br> mesmerically drawn as in a living dream.<br>They do not speak but it seems they are in<br> common bondage bound and move to words of order.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=523666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Someone is dying or some great catastrophe<br> has befallen these earthen men - for they do not speak! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=523666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So many seem to come, but only a few are here.<br>Yet they keep coming and around<br> a little rock are gathered cross-legged, naked<br> scalded knees jagged out, a cluster of brown skinny men.<br>On the rock someone is standing and a little<br> behind him - I do not know what - a tree, a ragged pole<br> or dolmen! and yet here it glows, now a moment paly.<br>Fading far volcanic lights skip engulfing the sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=523666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I cannot say what this is all about.<br>I have a fear the Aliens are here.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=523666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And in the middle of this funereal happening, <br> a voice bursts out crying - 'EMILIANO'...<br>'Emiliano', and then a choking whimpering<br> and again - 'Emiliano......<br> Is this all that is left for me! '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=523666" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(©: T. Wignesan - Paris,1957 - rev.; from Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: Rayirath Publications,1961.)</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=T.+Wignesan">T. Wignesan</a></strong></div>

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