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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364084" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dreams Nascent</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes <br>Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; <br>An endless tapestry the past has women drapes <br>The halls of my life, compelling my soul to conform. <br> <br>The surface of dreams is broken,<br>The picture of the past is shaken and scattered. <br>Fluent, active figures of men pass along the railway, and I am woken<br>From the dreams that the distance flattered. <br> <br>Along the railway, active figures of men. <br>They have a secret that stirs in their limbs as they move<br>Out of the distance, nearer, commanding my dreamy world.<br> <br>Here in the subtle, rounded flesh <br>Beats the active ecstasy. <br>In the sudden lifting my eyes, it is clearer,<br>The fascination of the quick, restless Creator moving through the mesh<br>Of men, vibrating in ecstasy through the rounded flesh.<br> <br>Oh my boys, bending over your books, <br>In you is trembling and fusing <br>The creation of a new-patterned dream, dream of a generation:<br>And I watch to see the Creator, the power that patterns the dream.<br> <br>The old dreams are beautiful, beloved, soft-toned, and sure,<br>But the dream-stuff is molten and moving mysteriously,<br>Alluring my eyes; for I, am I not also dream-stuff,<br>Am I not quickening, diffusing myself in the pattern, shaping and shapen?<br> <br>Here in my class is the answer for the great yearning:<br>Eyes where I can watch the swim of old dreams reflected on the molten metal of dreams,<br>Watch the stir which is rhythmic and moves them all as a heart-beat moves the blood,<br>Here in the swelling flesh the great activity working,<br>Visible there in the change of eyes and the mobile features.<br> <br>Oh the great mystery and fascination of the unseen Shaper,<br>The power of the melting, fusing Force—heat, light, all in one,<br>Everything great and mysterious in one, swelling and shaping the dream in the flesh,<br>As it swells and shapes a bud into blossom.<br> <br>Oh the terrible ecstasy of the consciousness that I am life!<br>Oh the miracle of the whole, the widespread, labouring concentration<br>Swelling mankind like one bud to bring forth the fruit of a dream,<br>Oh the terror of lifting the innermost I out of the sweep of the impulse of life,<br>And watching the great Thing labouring through the whole round flesh of the world; <br>And striving to catch a glimpse of the shape of the coming dream,<br>As it quickens within the labouring, white-hot metal,<br>Catch the scent and the colour of the coming dream, <br>Then to fall back exhausted into the unconscious, molten life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Herbert+Lawrence">David Herbert Lawrence</a><div class=q>
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Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; 
An endless tapestry the past has women drapes 
The halls of my life, compelling my soul to conform. 
 
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