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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wales Visitation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow <br>Trees moving in rivers of wind <br>The clouds arise <br>as on a wave, gigantic eddy lifting mist <br>above teeming ferns exquisitely swayed <br>along a green crag <br>glimpsed thru mullioned glass in valley raine— </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Bardic, O Self, Visitacione, tell naught <br>but what seen by one man in a vale in Albion, <br>of the folk, whose physical sciences end in Ecology, <br>the wisdom of earthly relations, <br>of mouths & eyes interknit ten centuries visible <br>orchards of mind language manifest human, <br>of the satanic thistle that raises its horned symmetry <br>flowering above sister grass-daisies’ pink tiny <br>bloomlets angelic as lightbulbs— </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Remember 160 miles from London’s symmetrical thorned tower <br>& network of TV pictures flashing bearded your Self <br>the lambs on the tree-nooked hillside this day bleating <br>heard in Blake’s old ear, & the silent thought of Wordsworth in eld Stillness <br>clouds passing through skeleton arches of Tintern Abbey— <br>Bard Nameless as the Vast, babble to Vastness! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>All the Valley quivered, one extended motion, wind <br>undulating on mossy hills <br>a giant wash that sank white fog delicately down red runnels <br>on the mountainside <br>whose leaf-branch tendrils moved asway <br>in granitic undertow down— <br>and lifted the floating Nebulous upward, and lifted the arms of the trees <br>and lifted the grasses an instant in balance <br>and lifted the lambs to hold still <br>and lifted the green of the hill, in one solemn wave </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A solid mass of Heaven, mist-infused, ebbs thru the vale, <br>a wavelet of Immensity, lapping gigantic through Llanthony Valley, <br>the length of all England, valley upon valley under Heaven’s ocean <br>tonned with cloud-hang, <br>—Heaven balanced on a grassblade. <br>Roar of the mountain wind slow, sigh of the body, <br>One Being on the mountainside stirring gently <br>Exquisite scales trembling everywhere in balance, <br>one motion thru the cloudy sky-floor shifting on the million feet of daisies, <br>one Majesty the motion that stirred wet grass quivering <br>to the farthest tendril of white fog poured down <br>through shivering flowers on the mountain’s head— </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No imperfection in the budded mountain, <br>Valleys breathe, heaven and earth move together, <br>daisies push inches of yellow air, vegetables tremble, <br>grass shimmers green <br>sheep speckle the mountainside, revolving their jaws with empty eyes, <br>horses dance in the warm rain, <br>tree-lined canals network live farmland, <br>blueberries fringe stone walls on hawthorn’d hills, <br>pheasants croak on meadows haired with fern— </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Out, out on the hillside, into the ocean sound, into delicate gusts of wet air, <br>Fall on the ground, O great Wetness, O Mother, No harm on your body! <br>Stare close, no imperfection in the grass, <br>each flower Buddha-eye, repeating the story, <br>myriad-formed— <br>Kneel before the foxglove raising green buds, mauve bells dropped <br>doubled down the stem trembling antennae, <br>& look in the eyes of the branded lambs that stare <br>breathing stockstill under dripping hawthorn— <br>I lay down mixing my beard with the wet hair of the mountainside, <br>smelling the brown vagina-moist ground, harmless, <br>tasting the violet thistle-hair, sweetness— <br>One being so balanced, so vast, that its softest breath <br>moves every floweret in the stillness on the valley floor, <br>trembles lamb-hair hung gossamer rain-beaded in the grass, <br>lifts trees on their roots, birds in the great draught <br>hiding their strength in the rain, bearing same weight, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Groan thru breast and neck, a great Oh! to earth heart <br>Calling our Presence together <br>The great secret is no secret <br>Senses fit the winds, <br>Visible is visible, <br>rain-mist curtains wave through the bearded vale, <br>gray atoms wet the wind’s kabbala <br>Crosslegged on a rock in dusk rain, <br>rubber booted in soft grass, mind moveless, <br>breath trembles in white daisies by the roadside, <br>Heaven breath and my own symmetric <br>Airs wavering thru antlered green fern <br>drawn in my navel, same breath as breathes thru Capel-Y-Ffn, <br>Sounds of Aleph and Aum <br>through forests of gristle, <br>my skull and Lord Hereford’s Knob equal, <br>All Albion one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What did I notice? Particulars! The <br>vision of the great One is myriad— <br>smoke curls upward from ashtray, <br>house fire burned low, <br>The night, still wet & moody black heaven <br>starless <br>upward in motion with wet wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Allen+Ginsberg">Allen Ginsberg</a><div class=q>
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Trees moving in rivers of wind 
The clouds arise 
as on a wave, gigantic eddy lifting mist 
above teeming ferns exquisitely swayed 
along a green crag 
glimpsed thru mullioned glass in valley raine— ..."></div>
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