<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336695" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sunday Morning - III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jove in the clouds had his inhuman birth. <br>No mother suckled him, no sweet land gave <br>Large-mannered motions to his mythy mind. <br>He moved among us, as a muttering king, <br>Magnificent, would move among his hinds, <br>Until our blood, commingling, virginal, <br>With heaven, brought such requital to desire <br>The very hinds discerned it, in a star. <br>Shall our blood fail? Or shall it come to be <br>The blood of paradise? And shall the earth <br>Seem all of paradise that we shall know? <br>The sky will be much friendlier then than now, <br>A part of labor and a part of pain, <br>And next in glory to enduring love, <br>Not this dividing and indifferent blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wallace+Stevens">Wallace Stevens</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336695" data-title="Sunday Morning - III de Wallace Stevens" data-description="Jove in the clouds had his inhuman birth. /No mother suckled him, no sweet land gave /Large-mannered motions to his mythy mind. /He moved among us, as a muttering king, /Magnificent, would move among his hinds, /Until our blood, commingling, virgi..."></div> </div> </div>

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