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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358559" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From: Preludes for Memnon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I read the primrose and the sea<br>and remember nothing<br>I read Arcturus and the snow<br>and remember nothing<br>I read the green and white book of spring<br>and remember nothing<br>I read the hatred in a man’s eye<br>Lord, I remember nothing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scorn spat at me and spoke<br>I remember it not<br>The river was frozen round the ship<br>I remember it not<br>I found a secret message in a blade of grass<br>and it is forgotten<br>I called my lovers by their sweet names<br>they are all forgotten.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are my lovers now?<br>buried in me.<br>The blades of grass, the ships, the scorners?<br>here in me<br>The haters in the spring, snow and Arcturus?<br>here in me<br>The primrose and the sea?<br>here in me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know what humans know<br>no less no more<br>I know how the summer breaks<br>on Neptune’s shore<br>I know how winter freezes<br>the Milky Way<br>My heart’s home is in Limbo<br>and there I stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Praise Limbo, heart, and praise<br>forgetfulness<br>We know what the tiger knows<br>no more no less<br>We know what the primrose thinks<br>and think it too<br>We walk when the snail walks<br>across the dew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was a rash man in my time<br>but now I am still<br>I spoke with god’s voice once<br>now I am still<br>Evil made my right hand strong<br>which now is still<br>Wisdom gave me pride once,<br>but it is still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lie down poor heart at last<br>and have your rest<br>Remember to forget<br>and have your rest<br>Think of yourself as once you were<br>at your best<br>And then lie down alone<br>and have your rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These things are as time weaves them<br>on his loom<br>Forgot, forgetting, we survive not<br>mortal bloom<br>Let us give thanks, to space,<br>for a little room<br>Space is our face and time our death<br>two poles of doom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come dance around the compass<br>pointing north<br>Before, face downward, frozen,<br>we go forth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus systole addressed diastole,—<br>The heart contracting, with its grief of burden,<br>To the lax heart, with grief of burden gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus star to dead leaf speaks; thus cliff to sea;<br>And thus the spider, on a summer’s day,<br>To the bright thistledown, trapped in the web.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No language leaps this chasm like a lightning:<br>Here is no message of assuagement, blown<br>From Ecuador to Greenland; here is only</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A trumpet blast, that calls dead men to arms;<br>The granite’s pity for the cloud; the whisper<br>Of time to space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Conrad+Potter+Aiken">Conrad Potter Aiken</a><div class=q>
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I read the primrose and the sea
and remember nothing
I read Arcturus and the snow
and remember nothing
I read the green and white book of spring
and remember nothing
I read the hatred in a man’s eye
Lord, I remember nothing.

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