<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines For A Prologue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These alternate nights and days, these seasons <br>Somehow fail to convince me. It seems <br>I have the sense of infinity! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(In your dreams, O crew of Columbus, <br>O listeners over the sea <br>For the surf that breaks upon Nothing—) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Once I was waked by the nightingales in the garden. <br>I thought, What time is it? I thought, <br>Time—Is it Time still?—Now is it Time? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(Tell me your dreams, O sailors: <br>Tell me, in sleep did you climb <br>The tall masts, and before you—) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>At night the stillness of old trees <br>Is a leaning over and the inertness <br>Of hills is a kind of waiting. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(In sleep, in a dream, did you see <br>The world’s end? Did the water <br>Break—and no shore—Did you see?) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Strange faces come through the streets to me <br>Like messengers: and I have been warned <br>By the moving slowly of hands at a window. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Oh, I have the sense of infinity— <br>But the world, sailors, is round. <br>They say there is no end to it.</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=348246" data-title="Lines For A Prologue de Archibald MacLeish" data-description="These alternate nights and days, these seasons Somehow fail to convince me. It seems I have the sense of infinity! (In your dreams, O crew of Columbus, O listeners over the sea For the surf that breaks upon Nothing—) Once I was waked b..."></div> </div> </div>

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