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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=360122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where the Sun Rises and Where it Sets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once, when returning from far Transylvania<br>Through mountain forests, rocks, and Carpathian ridges,<br>Halting by a ford at the close of day<br>(My companions had sent me ahead to look<br>For passage), I let my horse graze<br>And out of the saddlebag took the Holy Scripture;<br>The light was so gracious, murmur of streams so sweet,<br>That reading Paul's epistles, and seeing the first star,<br>I was soon lulled into a profound sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A young man in ornate Greek raiment<br>Touched my arm and I heard his voice:<br>'Your time, O mortals, hastens by like water,<br>I have descended and known its absyss.<br>It was I, whom cruel Paul chastised in Corinth<br>For having stolen my father's wife,<br>And by his order I was to be excluded<br>From the table at which we shared our meals.<br>Since then I have not been in gatherings of the saints,<br>And for many years I was led by the sinful love<br>Of a poor plaything given to temptation,<br>And so we doomed ourselves to eternal ruin.<br>But my Lord and my God, whom I knew not,<br>Tore me from the ashes with his lightning,<br>In his eyes your truths count for nothing,<br>His mercy saves all living flesh.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awake under a huge starry sky,<br>Having received help unhoped for,<br>Absolved of care about our platry life,<br>I wiped my eyes wet with tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, I have never been to Transylvania.<br>I have never brought messages from there to my church.<br>But I could have.<br>This is an exercise in style.<br>The pluperfect tense<br>Of countries imperfective.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Czeslaw+Milosz">Czeslaw Milosz</a><div class=q>
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Halting by a ford at the close of day
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