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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364152" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tortoise Shout</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought he was dumb, <br>I said he was dumb, <br>Yet I've heard him cry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">First faint scream, <br>Out of life's unfathomable dawn, <br>Far off, so far, like a madness, under the horizon's dawning rim, <br>Far, far off, far scream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tortoise in extremis. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why were we crucified into sex? <br>Why were we not left rounded off, and finished in ourselves, <br>As we began, <br>As he certainly began, so perfectly alone? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A far, was-it-audible scream, <br>Or did it sound on the plasm direct? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Worse than the cry of the new-born, <br>A scream, <br>A yell, <br>A shout, <br>A pæan, <br>A death-agony, <br>A birth-cry, <br>A submission, <br>All tiny, tiny, far away, reptile under the first dawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">War-cry, triumph, acute-delight, death-scream reptilian, <br>Why was the veil torn? <br>The silken shriek of the soul's torn membrane? <br>The male soul's membrane <br>Torn with a shriek half music, half horror. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crucifixion. <br>Male tortoise, cleaving behind the hovel-wall of that dense female, <br>Mounted and tense, spread-eagle, out-reaching out of the shell <br>In tortoise-nakedness, <br>Long neck, and long vulnerable limbs extruded, spread-eagle over her house-roof, <br>And the deep, secret, all-penetrating tail curved beneath her walls, <br>Reaching and gripping tense, more reaching anguish in uttermost tension <br>Till suddenly, in the spasm of coition, tupping like a jerking leap, and oh! <br>Opening its clenched face from his outstretched neck <br>And giving that fragile yell, that scream, <br>Super-audible, <br>From his pink, cleft, old-man's mouth, <br>Giving up the ghost, <br>Or screaming in Pentecost, receiving the ghost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His scream, and his moment's subsidence, <br>The moment of eternal silence, <br>Yet unreleased, and after the moment, the sudden, startling jerk of coition, and at once <br>The inexpressible faint yell -- <br>And so on, till the last plasm of my body was melted back <br>To the primeval rudiments of life, and the secret. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So he tups, and screams <br>Time after time that frail, torn scream <br>After each jerk, the longish interval, <br>The tortoise eternity, <br>Agelong, reptilian persistence, <br>Heart-throb, slow heart-throb, persistent for the next spasm. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember, when I was a boy, <br>I heard the scream of a frog, which was caught with his foot in the mouth of an up-starting snake; <br>I remember when I first heard bull-frogs break into sound in the spring; <br>I remember hearing a wild goose out of the throat of night <br>Cry loudly, beyond the lake of waters; <br>I remember the first time, out of a bush in the darkness, a nightingale's piercing cries and gurgles startled the depths of my soul; <br>I remember the scream of a rabbit as I went through a wood at midnight; <br>I remember the heifer in her heat, blorting and blorting through the hours, persistent and irrepressible; <br>I remember my first terror hearing the howl of weird, amorous cats; <br>I remember the scream of a terrified, injured horse, the sheet-lightning <br>And running away from the sound of a woman in labor, something like an owl whooing, <br>And listening inwardly to the first bleat of a lamb, <br>The first wail of an infant, <br>And my mother singing to herself, <br>And the first tenor singing of the passionate throat of a young collier, who has long since drunk himself to death, <br>The first elements of foreign speech <br>On wild dark lips. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And more than all these, <br>And less than all these, <br>This last, <br>Strange, faint coition yell <br>Of the male tortoise at extremity, <br>Tiny from under the very edge of the farthest far-off horizon of life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cross, <br>The wheel on which our silence first is broken, <br>Sex, which breaks up our integrity, our single inviolability, our deep silence <br>Tearing a cry from us. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sex, which breaks us into voice, sets us calling across the deeps, calling, calling for the complement, <br>Singing, and calling, and singing again, being answered, having found. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Torn, to become whole again, after long seeking for what is lost, <br>The same cry from the tortoise as from Christ, the Osiris-cry of abandonment, <br>That which is whole, torn asunder, <br>That which is in part, finding its whole again throughout the universe.</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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I said he was dumb, 
Yet I've heard him cry. 

First faint scream, 
Out of life's unfathomable dawn, 
Far off, so far, like a madness, under the horizon's dawning rim, 
Far, far off, far scream. 

Tortoise in extremis. 

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