Morning
... And all the streets lie smooth and shining there. Only occasionally does a solid citizen hurry along them. A swell girl argues violently with Papa. A baker happens to be looking at the lovely sky. The dead sun, wide and thick, hangs on the houses. Four fat wives screech in front of a bar. A carriage driver falls and breaks his neck. And everything is boringly bright, healthy and clear. A gentleman with wise eyes hovers, confused, in the dark, A failing god... in this picture, that he forgot, Perhaps did not notice - he mutters this and that. Dies. And laughs. Dreams of a stroke, paralysis, osteoporosis.
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"... And all the streets lie smooth and shining there...."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Lichtenstein delivers a powerful performance in "Morning"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...