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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Revolutionary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look at them standing there in authority <br> The pale-faces, <br> As if it could have any effect any more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Pale-face authority,<br> Caryatids, <br> Pillars of white bronze standing rigid, lest the skies fall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What a job they've got to keep it up. <br> Their poor, idealist foreheads naked capitals <br> To the entablature of clouded heaven. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When the skies are going to fall, fall they will <br> In a great chute and rush of débâcle downwards. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Oh and I wish the high and super-gothic heavens would come down now, <br> The heavens above, that we yearn to and aspire to. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I do not yearn, nor aspire, for I am a blind Samson. <br> And what is daylight to me that I should look skyward? <br> Only I grope among you, pale-faces, caryatids, as among a forest of pillars that hold up the dome of high ideal heaven <br> Which is my prison, <br> And all these human pillars of loftiness, going stiff, metallic-stunned with the weight of their responsibility <br> I stumble against them. <br> Stumbling-blocks, painful ones. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To keep on holding up this ideal civilisation <br> Must be excruciating: unless you stiffen into metal, when it is easier to stand stock rigid than to move. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This is why I tug at them, individually, with my arm round their waist <br> The human pillars. <br> They are not stronger than I am, blind Samson. <br> The house sways. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I shall be so glad when it comes down. <br> I am so tired of the limitations of their Infinite. <br> I am so sick of the pretensions of the Spirit. <br> I am so weary of pale-face importance. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Am I not blind, at the round-turning mill? <br> Then why should I fear their pale faces? <br> Or love the effulgence of their holy light, <br> The sun of their righteousness? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To me, all faces are dark, <br> All lips are dusky and valved. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Save your lips, O pale-faces, <br> Which are slips of metal, <br> Like slits in an automatic-machine, you columns of give-and-take. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To me, the earth rolls ponderously, superbly <br> Coming my way without forethought or afterthought. <br> To me, men's footfalls fall with a dull, soft rumble, ominous and lovely, <br> Coming my way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But not your foot-falls, pale-faces, <br> They are a clicketing of bits of disjointed metal <br> Working in motion. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To me, men are palpable, invisible nearnesses in the dark <br> Sending out magnetic vibrations of warning, pitch-dark throbs of invitation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But you, pale-faces, <br> You are painful, harsh-surfaced pillars that give off nothing except rigidity, <br> And I jut against you if I try to move, for you are everywhere, and I am blind, <br> Sightless among all your visuality, <br> You staring caryatids. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See if I don't bring you down, and all your high opinion <br> And all your ponderous roofed-in erection of right and wrong <br> Your particular heavens, <br> With a smash. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See if your skies aren't falling! <br> And my head, at least, is thick enough to stand it, the smash. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See if I don't move under a dark and nude, vast heaven <br> When your world is in ruins, under your fallen skies. <br> Caryatids, pale-faces. <br> See if I am not Lord of the dark and moving hosts <br> Before I die.</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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 The pale-faces, 
 As if it could have any effect any more. 

 Pale-face authority,
 Caryatids, 
 Pillars of white bronze standing rigid, lest the skies fall. 

 What a job they've got to keep it up. 
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