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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37430" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ecstasy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHERE, like a pillow on a bed,<br> A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest<br>The violet's reclining head,<br> Sat we two, one another's best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our hands were firmly cemented<br> By a fast balm, which thence did spring;<br>Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread<br> Our eyes upon one double string.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So to engraft our hands, as yet<br> Was all the means to make us one;<br>And pictures in our eyes to get<br> Was all our propagation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As, 'twixt two equal armies, Fate<br> Suspends uncertain victory,<br>Our souls—which to advance their state,<br> Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whilst our souls negotiate there,<br> We like sepulchral statues lay;<br>All day, the same our postures were,<br> And we said nothing, all the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If any, so by love refined,<br> That he soul's language understood,<br>And by good love were grown all mind,<br> Within convenient distance stood,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He—though he knew not which soul spake,<br> Because both meant, both spake the same—<br>Might thence a new concoction take,<br> And part far purer than he came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This ecstasy doth unperplex<br> (We said) and tell us what we love;<br>We see by this, it was not sex;<br> We see, we saw not, what did move:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But as all several souls contain<br> Mixture of things they know not what,<br>Love these mix'd souls doth mix again,<br> And makes both one, each this, and that.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A single violet transplant,<br> The strength, the colour, and the size—<br>All which before was poor and scant—<br> Redoubles still, and multiplies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When love with one another so<br> Interanimates two souls,<br>That abler soul, which thence doth flow,<br> Defects of loneliness controls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We then, who are this new soul, know,<br> Of what we are composed, and made,<br>For th' atomies of which we grow<br> Are souls, whom no change can invade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, O alas! so long, so far,<br> Our bodies why do we forbear?<br>They are ours, though not we; we are<br> Th' intelligences, they the spheres.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We owe them thanks, because they thus<br> Did us, to us, at first convey,<br>Yielded their senses' force to us,<br> Nor are dross to us, but allay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On man heaven's influence works not so,<br> But that it first imprints the air;<br>For soul into the soul may flow,<br> Though it to body first repair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As our blood labours to beget<br> Spirits, as like souls as it can;<br>Because such fingers need to knit<br> That subtle knot, which makes us man;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So must pure lovers' souls descend<br> To affections, and to faculties,<br>Which sense may reach and apprehend,<br> Else a great prince in prison lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To our bodies turn we then, that so<br> Weak men on love reveal'd may look;<br>Love's mysteries in souls do grow,<br> But yet the body is his book.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if some lover, such as we,<br> Have heard this dialogue of one,<br>Let him still mark us, he shall see<br> Small change when we're to bodies gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a><div class=q>
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