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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=123550" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Renascence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All I could see from where I stood	<br>Was three long mountains and a wood;	<br>I turned and looked the other way,	<br>And saw three islands in a bay.	<br>So with my eyes I traced the line	 <br>Of the horizon, thin and fine,	<br>Straight around till I was come	<br>Back to where I’d started from;	<br>And all I saw from where I stood	<br>Was three long mountains and a wood.	 <br>Over these things I could not see:	<br>These were the things that bounded me;	<br>And I could touch them with my hand,	<br>Almost, I thought, from where I stand.	<br>And all at once things seemed so small	 <br>My breath came short, and scarce at all.	<br>But, sure, the sky is big, I said;	<br>Miles and miles above my head;	<br>So here upon my back I’ll lie	<br>And look my fill into the sky.	 <br>And so I looked, and, after all,	<br>The sky was not so very tall.	<br>The sky, I said, must somewhere stop,	<br>And—sure enough!—I see the top!	<br>The sky, I thought, is not so grand;	 <br>I ’most could touch it with my hand!	<br>And reaching up my hand to try,	<br>I screamed to feel it touch the sky.	<br>I screamed, and—lo!—Infinity	<br>Came down and settled over me;	 <br>Forced back my scream into my chest,	<br>Bent back my arm upon my breast,	<br>And, pressing of the Undefined	<br>The definition on my mind,	<br>Held up before my eyes a glass	 <br>Through which my shrinking sight did pass	<br>Until it seemed I must behold	<br>Immensity made manifold;	<br>Whispered to me a word whose sound	<br>Deafened the air for worlds around,	 <br>And brought unmuffled to my ears	<br>The gossiping of friendly spheres,	<br>The creaking of the tented sky,	<br>The ticking of Eternity.	<br>I saw and heard and knew at last	 <br>The How and Why of all things, past,	<br>And present, and forevermore.	<br>The Universe, cleft to the core,	<br>Lay open to my probing sense	<br>That, sick’ning, I would fain pluck thence	 <br>But could not,—nay! But needs must suck	<br>At the great wound, and could not pluck	<br>My lips away till I had drawn	<br>All venom out.—Ah, fearful pawn!	<br>For my omniscience paid I toll	 <br>In infinite remorse of soul.	<br>All sin was of my sinning, all	<br>Atoning mine, and mine the gall	<br>Of all regret. Mine was the weight	<br>Of every brooded wrong, the hate	 <br>That stood behind each envious thrust,	<br>Mine every greed, mine every lust.	<br>And all the while for every grief,	<br>Each suffering, I craved relief	<br>With individual desire,—	 <br>Craved all in vain! And felt fierce fire	<br>About a thousand people crawl;	<br>Perished with each,—then mourned for all!	<br>A man was starving in Capri;	<br>He moved his eyes and looked at me;	 <br>I felt his gaze, I heard his moan,	<br>And knew his hunger as my own.	<br>I saw at sea a great fog bank	<br>Between two ships that struck and sank;	<br>A thousand screams the heavens smote;	 <br>And every scream tore through my throat.	<br>No hurt I did not feel, no death	<br>That was not mine; mine each last breath	<br>That, crying, met an answering cry	<br>From the compassion that was I.	 <br>All suffering mine, and mine its rod;	<br>Mine, pity like the pity of God.	<br>Ah, awful weight! Infinity	<br>Pressed down upon the finite Me!	<br>My anguished spirit, like a bird,	 <br>Beating against my lips I heard;	<br>Yet lay the weight so close about	<br>There was no room for it without.	<br>And so beneath the weight lay I	<br>And suffered death, but could not die.	 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long had I lain thus, craving death,	<br>When quietly the earth beneath	<br>Gave way, and inch by inch, so great	<br>At last had grown the crushing weight,	<br>Into the earth I sank till I	 <br>Full six feet under ground did lie,	<br>And sank no more,—there is no weight	<br>Can follow here, however great.	<br>From off my breast I felt it roll,	<br>And as it went my tortured soul	 <br>Burst forth and fled in such a gust	<br>That all about me swirled the dust.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep in the earth I rested now;	<br>Cool is its hand upon the brow	<br>And soft its breast beneath the head	 <br>Of one who is so gladly dead.	<br>And all at once, and over all	<br>The pitying rain began to fall;	<br>I lay and heard each pattering hoof	<br>Upon my lowly, thatchèd roof,	 <br>And seemed to love the sound far more	<br>Than ever I had done before.	<br>For rain it hath a friendly sound	<br>To one who’s six feet under ground;	<br>And scarce the friendly voice or face:	 <br>A grave is such a quiet place.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rain, I said, is kind to come	<br>And speak to me in my new home.	<br>I would I were alive again	<br>To kiss the fingers of the rain,	 <br>To drink into my eyes the shine	<br>Of every slanting silver line,	<br>To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze	<br>From drenched and dripping apple-trees.	<br>For soon the shower will be done,	 <br>And then the broad face of the sun	<br>Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth	<br>Until the world with answering mirth	<br>Shakes joyously, and each round drop	<br>Rolls, twinkling, from its grass-blade top.	 <br>How can I bear it; buried here,	<br>While overhead the sky grows clear	<br>And blue again after the storm?	<br>O, multi-colored, multiform,	<br>Beloved beauty over me,	 <br>That I shall never, never see	<br>Again! Spring-silver, autumn-gold,	<br>That I shall never more behold!	<br>Sleeping your myriad magics through,	<br>Close-sepulchred away from you!	 <br>O God, I cried, give me new birth,	<br>And put me back upon the earth!	<br>Upset each cloud’s gigantic gourd	<br>And let the heavy rain, down-poured	<br>In one big torrent, set me free,	 <br>Washing my grave away from me!	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ceased; and through the breathless hush	<br>That answered me, the far-off rush	<br>Of herald wings came whispering	<br>Like music down the vibrant string	 <br>Of my ascending prayer, and—crash!	<br>Before the wild wind’s whistling lash	<br>The startled storm-clouds reared on high	<br>And plunged in terror down the sky,	<br>And the big rain in one black wave	 <br>Fell from the sky and struck my grave.	<br>I know not how such things can be;	<br>I only know there came to me	<br>A fragrance such as never clings	<br>To aught save happy living things;	 <br>A sound as of some joyous elf	<br>Singing sweet songs to please himself,	<br>And, through and over everything,	<br>A sense of glad awakening.	<br>The grass, a-tiptoe at my ear,	 <br>Whispering to me I could hear;	<br>I felt the rain’s cool finger-tips	<br>Brushed tenderly across my lips,	<br>Laid gently on my sealèd sight,	<br>And all at once the heavy night	 <br>Fell from my eyes and I could see,—	<br>A drenched and dripping apple-tree,	<br>A last long line of silver rain,	<br>A sky grown clear and blue again.	<br>And as I looked a quickening gust	 <br>Of wind blew up to me and thrust	<br>Into my face a miracle	<br>Of orchard-breath, and with the smell,—	<br>I know not how such things can be!—	<br>I breathed my soul back into me.	 <br>Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I	<br>And hailed the earth with such a cry	<br>As is not heard save from a man	<br>Who has been dead, and lives again.	<br>About the trees my arms I wound;	 <br>Like one gone mad I hugged the ground;	<br>I raised my quivering arms on high;	<br>I laughed and laughed into the sky,	<br>Till at my throat a strangling sob	<br>Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb	 <br>Sent instant tears into my eyes;	<br>O God, I cried, no dark disguise	<br>Can e’er hereafter hide from me	<br>Thy radiant identity!	<br>Thou canst not move across the grass	 <br>But my quick eyes will see Thee pass,	<br>Nor speak, however silently,	<br>But my hushed voice will answer Thee.	<br>I know the path that tells Thy way	<br>Through the cool eve of every day;	 <br>God, I can push the grass apart	<br>And lay my finger on Thy heart!	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world stands out on either side	<br>No wider than the heart is wide;	<br>Above the world is stretched the sky,—	 <br>No higher than the soul is high.	<br>The heart can push the sea and land	<br>Farther away on either hand;	<br>The soul can split the sky in two,	<br>And let the face of God shine through.	 <br>But East and West will pinch the heart	<br>That can not keep them pushed apart;	<br>And he whose soul is flat—the sky	<br>Will cave in on him by and by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edna+St.+Vincent+Millay">Edna St. Vincent Millay</a><div class=q>
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