Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.
"September 1, 1939," W. H. Auden
[Damen Avenue above Haddon Street]
Monday, October 5, 2009
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- Ray Pride
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
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- planning your search for a city
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- mirror
- spatter
- ate him up from head to toe
- fled like arrows from the taut string
- what are you
- each one is new only once
- her voice was a man
- the smoothness of oil
- temperature shock
- even when lived in
- lights must never
- ready to go smash
- false azure
- while you loved me
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