<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358607" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stage Direction</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a shabby backdrop of bright stars:<br>one of the small interstices of time:<br>the worn out north star northward, and Orion<br>to westward spread in ruined light. Eastward,<br>the other stars disposed, — or indisposed; —<br>x-ward or y-ward, the sick sun inflamed;<br>and all his drunken planets growing pale.<br>We watch them, and our watching is this hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a stage of ether, without space, —<br>a space of limbo without time, —<br>a faceless clock that never strikes;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it is bloodstream at its priestlike task, —<br>the indeterminate and determined heart,<br>that beats, and beats, and does not know it beats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here the dark synapse between nerve and nerve;<br>the void, between two atoms in the brain;<br>darkness, without term or form, that sinks<br>between two thoughts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here we have sounded, angel! —<br>O angel soul, O memory of man! —<br>And felt the nothing that sustains our wings.<br>And here have seen the catalogue of things —<br>All in the maelstrom of the limbo caught,<br>and whirled concentric to the funnel’s end,<br>sans number, and sans meaning, and sans purpose;<br>the lack of meaning has a heart-beat, and<br>the lack of number wears a cloak of stars.</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> <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=358607" data-title="Stage Direction de Conrad Potter Aiken" data-description="It is a shabby backdrop of bright stars: one of the small interstices of time: the worn out north star northward, and Orion to westward spread in ruined light. Eastward, the other stars disposed, — or indisposed; — x-ward or y-ward, the sick s..."></div> </div> </div>

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