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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Going By Car</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I never travel without an exploration<br>But going by car<br>is to examine the fine landscape<br>only though gloves or spyglass</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is to be eager at the passages of a great book<br>whose leaves are barely glimpsed<br>before turned by a mechanical arm</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I must fight the touring disease<br>that the next bend has more than this one<br>Hurtling does not cure hurrying<br>I slow or pull off and step out<br>like a fat man reaching for wildflowers<br>his rising belly reaches first<br>like on a desperate liberty<br>pierced by a mother’s shriek<br>The manly, strange, motionless, exhausting earth<br>whelming all sides<br>fades, smiles, recedes</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is a session of hours blurred in movement<br>strains the nether circulation<br>Present time punctuates<br>with spilled food and dread of collision</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It is much if I watch the birth and death of evening<br>over the way ahead<br>much to translate the bright, glib artifice of maps<br>into smells and stars, a plowman’s wave<br>realize the immensities on one side<br>when the map has me at the whip-end of something</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=554266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To travel by car<br>is to make an empty promise to return on foot</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=Edward+Wright+Haile">Edward Wright Haile</a></strong></div>

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