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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354147" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dust</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is a problem, a wonder for all to see.<br>Look at this marvelous thing I hold in my hand!<br>This is a magic surprising, a mystery<br>Strange as a miracle, harder to understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is it? Only a handful of earth: to your touch<br>A dry rough powder you trample beneath your feet,<br>Dark and lifeless; but think for a moment, how much<br>It hides and holds that is beautiful, bitter, or sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think of the glory of color! The red of the rose,<br>Green of the myriad leaves and the fields of grass,<br>Yellow as bright as the sun where the daffodil blows,<br>Purple where violets nod as the breezes pass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think of the manifold form, of the oak and the vine,<br>Nut, and fruit, and cluster, and ears of corn;<br>Of the anchored water-lily, a thing divine,<br>Unfolding its dazzling snow to the kiss of morn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think of the delicate perfumes borne on the gale, <br>Of the golden willow catkin's odor of spring,<br>Of the breath of the rich narcissus waxen-pale,<br>Of the sweet pea's flight of flowers, of the nettle's sting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange that this lifeless thing gives vine, flower, tree, <br>Color and shape and character, fragrance too;<br>That the timber that builds the house, the ship for the sea, <br>Out of this powder its strength and its toughness drew!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That the cocoa among the palms should suck its milk<br>From this dry dust, while dates from the self-same soil<br>Summon their sweet rich fruit: that our shining silk<br>The mulberry leaves should yield to the worm's slow toil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How should the poppy steal sleep from the very source<br>That grants to the grapevine juice that can madden or cheer?<br>How does the weed find food for its fabric coarse<br>Where the lilies proud their blossoms pure uprear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who shall compass or fathom God's thought profound?<br>We can but praise, for we may not understand;<br>But there's no more beautiful riddle the whole world round<br>Than is hid in this heap of dust I hold in my hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Celia+Thaxter">Celia Thaxter</a><div class=q>
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Look at this marvelous thing I hold in my hand!
This is a magic surprising, a mystery
Strange as a miracle, harder to understand.

What is it? Only a handful of earth: to your touch
A dry rough powder yo..."></div>
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