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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115881" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fish</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a cool curving world he lies<br>And ripples with dark ecstasies.<br>The kind luxurious lapse and steal<br>Shapes all his universe to feel<br>And know and be; the clinging stream<br>Closes his memory, glooms his dream,<br>Who lips the roots o' the shore, and glides<br>Superb on unreturning tides.<br>Those silent waters weave for him<br>A fluctuant mutable world and dim,<br>Where wavering masses bulge and gape<br>Mysterious, and shape to shape<br>Dies momently through whorl and hollow,<br>And form and line and solid follow<br>Solid and line and form to dream<br>Fantastic down the eternal stream;<br>An obscure world, a shifting world,<br>Bulbous, or pulled to thin, or curled,<br>Or serpentine, or driving arrows,<br>Or serene slidings, or March narrows.<br>There slipping wave and shore are one,<br>And weed and mud. No ray of sun,<br>But glow to glow fades down the deep<br>(As dream to unknown dream in sleep);<br>Shaken translucency illumes<br>The hyaline of drifting glooms;<br>The strange soft-handed depth subdues<br>Drowned colour there, but black to hues,<br>As death to living, decomposes --<br>Red darkness of the heart of roses,<br>Blue brilliant from dead starless skies,<br>And gold that lies behind the eyes,<br>The unknown unnameable sightless white<br>That is the essential flame of night,<br>Lustreless purple, hooded green,<br>The myriad hues that lie between<br>Darkness and darkness! . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">    And all's one.<br>Gentle, embracing, quiet, dun,<br>The world he rests in, world he knows,<br>Perpetual curving. Only - grows<br>An eddy in that ordered falling,<br>A knowledge from the gloom, a calling<br>Weed in the wave, gleam in the mud -<br>The dark fire leaps along his blood;<br>Dateless and deathless, blind and still,<br>The intricate impulse works its will;<br>His woven world drops back; and he,<br>Sans providence, sans memory,<br>Unconscious and directly driven,<br>Fades to some dank sufficient heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O world of lips, O world of laughter,<br>Where hope is fleet and thought flies after,<br>Of lights in the clear night, of cries<br>That drift along the wave and rise<br>Thin to the glittering stars above,<br>You know the hands, the eyes of love!<br>The strife of limbs, the sightless clinging,<br>The infinite distance, and the singing<br>Blown by the wind, a flame of sound,<br>The gleam, the flowers, and vast around<br>The horizon, and the heights above -<br>You know the sigh, the song of love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there the night is close, and there<br>Darkness is cold and strange and bare;<br>And the secret deeps are whisperless;<br>And rhythm is all deliciousness;<br>And joy is in the throbbing tide,<br>Whose intricate fingers beat and glide<br>In felt bewildering harmonies<br>Of trembling touch; and music is<br>The exquisite knocking of the blood.<br>Space is no more, under the mud;<br>His bliss is older than the sun.<br>Silent and straight the waters run.<br>The lights, the cries, the willows dim,<br>And the dark tide are one with him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</a><div class=q>
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