<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers the Sea Shell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Science, that simple saint, cannot be bothered<br>Figuring what anything is for:<br>Enough for her devotions that things are<br>And can be contemplated soon as gathered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She knows how every living thing was fathered,<br>She calculates the climate of each star,<br>She counts the fish at sea, but cannot care<br>Why any one of them exists, fish, fire or feathered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why should she? Her religion is to tell<br>By rote her rosary of perfect answers.<br>Metaphysics she can leave to man:<br>She never wakes at night in heaven or hell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Staring at darkness. In her holy cell<br>There is no darkness ever: the pure candle<br>Burns, the beads drop briskly from her hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who dares to offer Her the curled sea shell!<br>She will not touch it!--knows the world she sees<br>Is all the world there is! Her faith is perfect!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still he offers the sea shell . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What surf<br>Of what far sea upon what unknown ground<br>Troubles forever with that asking sound?<br>What surge is this whose question never ceases?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Archibald+MacLeish">Archibald MacLeish</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=348240" data-title="Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers the Sea Shell de Archibald MacLeish" data-description="Science, that simple saint, cannot be bothered Figuring what anything is for: Enough for her devotions that things are And can be contemplated soon as gathered. She knows how every living thing was fathered, She calculates the climate of each sta..."></div> </div> </div>

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