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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384041" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Questions of Travel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams <br>hurry too rapidly down to the sea, <br>and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops <br>makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion, <br>turning to waterfalls under our very eyes. <br>--For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains, <br>aren't waterfalls yet, <br>in a quick age or so, as ages go here, <br>they probably will be. <br>But if the streams and clouds keep travelling, travelling, <br>the mountains look like the hulls of capsized ships, <br>slime-hung and barnacled. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think of the long trip home. <br>Should we have stayed at home and thought of here? <br>Where should we be today? <br>Is it right to be watching strangers in a play <br>in this strangest of theatres? <br>What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life <br>in our bodies, we are determined to rush <br>to see the sun the other way around? <br>The tiniest green hummingbird in the world? <br>To stare at some inexplicable old stonework, <br>inexplicable and impenetrable, <br>at any view, <br>instantly seen and always, always delightful? <br>Oh, must we dream our dreams <br>and have them, too? <br>And have we room <br>for one more folded sunset, still quite warm? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But surely it would have been a pity <br>not to have seen the trees along this road, <br>really exaggerated in their beauty, <br>not to have seen them gesturing <br>like noble pantomimists, robed in pink. <br>--Not to have had to stop for gas and heard <br>the sad, two-noted, wooden tune <br>of disparate wooden clogs <br>carelessly clacking over <br>a grease-stained filling-station floor. <br>(In another country the clogs would all be tested. <br>Each pair there would have identical pitch.) <br>--A pity not to have heard <br>the other, less primitive music of the fat brown bird <br>who sings above the broken gasoline pump <br>in a bamboo church of Jesuit baroque: <br>three towers, five silver crosses. <br>--Yes, a pity not to have pondered, <br>blurr'dly and inconclusively, <br>on what connection can exist for centuries <br>between the crudest wooden footwear <br>and, careful and finicky, <br>the whittled fantasies of wooden footwear <br>and, careful and finicky, <br>the whittled fantasies of wooden cages. <br>--Never to have studied history in <br>the weak calligraphy of songbirds' cages. <br>--And never to have had to listen to rain <br>so much like politicians' speeches: <br>two hours of unrelenting oratory <br>and then a sudden golden silence <br>in which the traveller takes a notebook, writes: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Is it lack of imagination that makes us come <br>to imagined places, not just stay at home? <br>Or could Pascal have been not entirely right <br>about just sitting quietly in one's room? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Continent, city, country, society: <br>the choice is never wide and never free. <br>And here, or there . . . No. Should we have stayed at home, <br>wherever that may be?&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Bishop">Elizabeth Bishop</a><div class=q>
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hurry too rapidly down to the sea, 
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops 
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion, 
turning to waterfalls under our very eyes. 
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