Suburbs on a hazy day

by D. H. Lawrence

　　

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O STIFFLY shapen houses that change not, What conjuror's cloth was thrown across you, and raisedTo show you thus transfigured, changed, Your stuff all gone, your menace almost rased?Such resolute shapes, so harshly set In hollow blocks and cubes deformed, and heapedIn void and null profusion, how is this? In what strong aqua regia now are you steeped?That you lose the brick-stuff out of you And hover like a presentment, fading faintAnd vanquished, evaporate away To leave but only the merest possible taint!

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