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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Glass of Absinthe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No use pleading anymore at the dawn, <br>The waved-off world gone disastrous with time. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Decisions are uncomfortable <br>In this atmosphere. Valves drain, raise ballad—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Measures pound to flaked light, sun astride <br>Iron lace of railing on Royal Street—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Scrolled into oak leaves, acorns, sad long horns <br>In day shadows—urinal, late coffee. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They are restorations of ruined night, <br>But no beacon in our silver hours. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A life shaped by digressions: Linger long <br>Enough, and death itself loses the way to us.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She seems drunk but is not, her white skirt striped <br>With black from a fall on wet cobblestones.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nothing is nimble. There is no good news. <br>She lights a small cigarette. She nods off. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554040" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She knots up and moves on. The horns stop, sprawl, <br>Speed up. Snares salvo again in new dark.</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=Ernest+Hilbert">Ernest Hilbert</a></strong></div>

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