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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fragments</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned <br>Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, <br>I too have been a suitor. Radiant eyes <br>Were my life's warmth and sunshine, outspread arms <br>My gilded deep horizons. I rejoiced <br>In yielding to all amorous influence <br>And multiple impulsion of the flesh, <br>To feel within my being surge and sway <br>The force that all the stars acknowledge too. <br>Amid the nebulous humanity <br>Where I an atom crawled and cleaved and sundered, <br>I saw a million motions, but one law; <br>And from the city's splendor to my eyes <br>The vapors passed and there was nought but Love, <br>A ferment turbulent, intensely fair, <br>Where Beauty beckoned and where Strength pursued. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There was a time when I thought much of Fame, <br>And laid the golden edifice to be <br>That in the clear light of eternity <br>Should fitly house the glory of my name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But swifter than my fingers pushed their plan, <br>Over the fair foundation scarce begun, <br>While I with lovers dallied in the sun, <br>The ivy clambered and the rose-vine ran. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And now, too late to see my vision, rise, <br>In place of golden pinnacles and towers, <br>Only some sunny mounds of leaves and flowers, <br>Only beloved of birds and butterflies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>My friends were duped, my favorers deceived; <br>But sometimes, musing sorrowfully there, <br>That flowered wreck has seemed to me so fair <br>I scarce regret the temple unachieved. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For there were nights . . . my love to him whose brow <br>Has glistened with the spoils of nights like those, <br>Home turning as a conqueror turns home, <br>What time green dawn down every street uprears <br>Arches of triumph! He has drained as well <br>Joy's perfumed bowl and cried as I have cried: <br>Be Fame their mistress whom Love passes by. <br>This only matters: from some flowery bed, <br>Laden with sweetness like a homing bee, <br>If one have known what bliss it is to come, <br>Bearing on hands and breast and laughing lips <br>The fragrance of his youth's dear rose. To him <br>The hills have bared their treasure, the far clouds <br>Unveiled the vision that o'er summer seas <br>Drew on his thirsting arms. This last thing known, <br>He can court danger, laugh at perilous odds, <br>And, pillowed on a memory so sweet, <br>Unto oblivious eternity <br>Without regret yield his victorious soul, <br>The blessed pilgrim of a vow fulfilled. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What is Success? Out of the endless ore <br>Of deep desire to coin the utmost gold <br>Of passionate memory; to have lived so well <br>That the fifth moon, when it swims up once more <br>Through orchard boughs where mating orioles build <br>And apple flowers unfold, <br>Find not of that dear need that all things tell <br>The heart unburdened nor the arms unfilled. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O Love, whereof my boyhood was the dream, <br>My youth the beautiful novitiate, <br>Life was so slight a thing and thou so great, <br>How could I make thee less than all-supreme! <br>In thy sweet transports not alone I thought <br>Mingled the twain that panted breast to breast. <br>The sun and stars throbbed with them; they were caught <br>Into the pulse of Nature and possessed <br>By the same light that consecrates it so. <br>Love! -- 'tis the payment of the debt we owe <br>The beauty of the world, and whensoe'er <br>In silks and perfume and unloosened hair <br>The loveliness of lovers, face to face, <br>Lies folded in the adorable embrace, <br>Doubt not as of a perfect sacrifice <br>That soul partakes whose inspiration fills <br>The springtime and the depth of summer skies, <br>The rainbow and the clouds behind the hills, <br>That excellence in earth and air and sea <br>That makes things as they are the real divinity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alan+Seeger">Alan Seeger</a><div class=q>
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Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, 
I too have been a suitor. Radiant eyes 
Were my life's warmth and sunshine, outspread arms 
My gilded deep horizons. I rejoiced 
In yielding to all amorou..."></div>
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