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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
No distance ever separates
Dreams and desires
No mirror ever dissolves
Reflection and water
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
When a man starts out with nothing,
When a man starts out with his hands
Empty, but clean,
When a man starts to build a world,
COME, I will make the continent indissoluble;
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;
I will make divine magnetic lands,
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
When you set out for Ithaka
ask that your way be long,
full of adventure, full of instruction.
The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,
Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a soft inland murmur.--Once again
The days shock us, the wave killed many of us, destroyed beyond repair, by the nightmare, a foul creature of tales and song, we could grow, this time, stich up your wounds, make it big, make it special, this fight has to be worth while, mental states will so haywire, were going extinct, is there any fight left? Where are the others? The last days of New York, cities in rambles, towns in shambles, villages become ghost towns, close...the beast has crushed my army, the only one left, what a weird fate, here it comes, I'll send us to hell, ship sinking down, to travels we go!
Pushkin loved the idea of St. Petersburg
and the bronze horseman who saw
the city before it was built. Langston
Hughes loved the idea of Harlem,
Dumb potholes know not even a quart,
My cities ever race to be smart.
In gloating over stars
They care for feet, nor cars.
Village development on par with cities will become a perfect paradise
With the pastoral settings beautifully created with gardens and parks
Interspersed with small buildings with a lot of trees, flower plants,
Fountains and green pastures for all to visit with children playing!
Rural development on par with urban areas is real progress
That provides road connectivity, electric connection, pure
water, sanitation, markets, shops, restaurants, hospitals,
Schools, colleges and all conveyance facilities sure ever!
Fortified cities of love!
Noted with the romance of nature;
Stead, head, thread, read!
Meeting at the great rock of peace.
I dreamed in the cities at night
in Paris I prowled on the boulevards
looking for francs on the tarmac
the bistros lured
with their black coffee and hard-boiled eggs
I could wait there until morning
in my basketball shoes
writing listening and drinking
the first rosy streaks of sky the first workers
on early bikes the first metro
with yellow human faces and nape hair still wet
the first newspaper at first light
in Paris I dreamed I could speak
at Dupont they were shooting a film
with Juliette Gréco and a man I didn't see
the cities at night
are the people's lovers
with their tender luminous hands
the cities at night
caress the shoulders and hair of the people
I have seen it I have felt it
I have listened to the cities
as they lay down at night
by their rivers and trees
I have talked to the people
in the cafes and cinemas of their cities
at night and in the evening light
I have smoked their Turkish tobacco
American and Algerian too
I have drunk and laughed
kissed and wept with them
in their cities at night
if they were tired and high-spirited or downcast
I dreamed I was only a tongue
only teeth only lips
I dreamed I was only words
and comforting gestures
I walked round the cities at night
found the world with each footstep
found joy in the faces of people
found grief in the breath of their words
I had dreams in plenty I dreamed
at six in the morning
my head on a table
my arms round my head
my friends around me
I dreamed with the people
I dreamed with the world
I dreamed in the cities at night.
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