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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Transfiguration</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So from the ground we felt that virtue branch <br>Through all our veins till we were whole, our wrists <br>As fresh and pure as water from a well, <br>Our hands made new to handle holy things, <br>The source of all our seeing rinsed and cleansed <br>Till earth and light and water entering there <br>Gave back to us the clear unfallen world. <br>We would have thrown our clothes away for lightness, <br>But that even they, though sour and travel stained, <br>Seemed, like our flesh, made of immortal substance, <br>And the soiled flax and wool lay light upon us <br>Like friendly wonders, flower and flock entwined <br>As in a morning field. Was it a vision? <br>Or did we see that day the unseeable <br>One glory of the everlasting world <br>Perpetually at work, though never seen <br>Since Eden locked the gate that’s everywhere <br>And nowhere? Was the change in us alone, <br>And the enormous earth still left forlorn, <br>An exile or a prisoner? Yet the world <br>We saw that day made this unreal, for all <br>Was in its place. The painted animals <br>Assembled there in gentle congregations, <br>Or sought apart their leafy oratories, <br>Or walked in peace, the wild and tame together, <br>As if, also for them, the day had come. <br>The shepherds’ hovels shone, for underneath <br>The soot we saw the stone clean at the heart <br>As on the starting-day. The refuse heaps <br>Were grained with that fine dust that made the world; <br>For he had said, ‘To the pure all things are pure.’ <br>And when we went into the town, he with us, <br>The lurkers under doorways, murderers, <br>With rags tied round their feet for silence, came <br>Out of themselves to us and were with us, <br>And those who hide within the labyrinth <br>Of their own loneliness and greatness came, <br>And those entangled in their own devices, <br>The silent and the garrulous liars, all <br>Stepped out of their dungeons and were free. <br>Reality or vision, this we have seen. <br>If it had lasted but another moment <br>It might have held for ever! But the world <br>Rolled back into its place, and we are here, <br>And all that radiant kingdom lies forlorn, <br>As if it had never stirred; no human voice <br>Is heard among its meadows, but it speaks <br>To itself alone, alone it flowers and shines <br>And blossoms for itself while time runs on. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But he will come again, it’s said, though not <br>Unwanted and unsummoned; for all things, <br>Beasts of the field, and woods, and rocks, and seas, <br>And all mankind from end to end of the earth <br>Will call him with one voice. In our own time, <br>Some say, or at a time when time is ripe. <br>Then he will come, Christ the uncrucified, <br>Christ the discrucified, his death undone, <br>His agony unmade, his cross dismantled— <br>Glad to be so—and the tormented wood <br>Will cure its hurt and grow into a tree <br>In a green springing corner of young Eden, <br>And Judas damned take his long journey backward <br>From darkness into light and be a child <br>Beside his mother’s knee, and the betrayal <br>Be quite undone and never more be done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwin+Muir">Edwin Muir</a><div class=q>
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Through all our veins till we were whole, our wrists 
As fresh and pure as water from a well, 
Our hands made new to handle holy things, 
The source of all our seeing rinsed and cleansed 
Till earth a..."></div>
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