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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391193" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her Monument, The Image Cut Thereon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM THE ITALIAN OF LEOPARDI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such wast thou,<br>Who art now<br>But buried dust and rusted skeleton.<br>Above the bones and mire,<br>Motionless, placed in vain,<br>Mute mirror of the flight of speeding years,<br>Sole guard of grief<br>Sole guard of memory<br>Standeth this image of the beauty sped.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O glance, when thou wast still as thou art now,<br>How hast thou set the fire<br>A-tremble in men's veins; lip curved high<br>To mind me of some urn of full delight,<br>O throat girt round of old with swift desire,<br>O palms of Love, that in your wonted ways<br>Not once but many a day<br>Felt hands turn ice a-sudden, touching ye,<br>That ye were once! of all the grace ye had<br>That which remaineth now<br>Shameful, most sad<br>Finds 'neath this rock fit mould, fit resting place!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still when fate recalleth,<br>Even that semblance that appears amongst us<br>Is like to heaven's most 'live imagining.<br>All, all our life's eternal mystery!<br>To-day, on high<br>Mounts, from our mighty thoughts and from the fount<br>Of sense untellable, Beauty<br>That seems to be some quivering splendour cast<br>By the immortal nature on this quicksand,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And by surhuman fates<br>Given to mortal state<br>To be a sign and an hope made secure<br>Of blissful kingdoms and the aureate spheres;<br>And on the morrow, by some lightsome twist,<br>Shameful in sight, abject, abominable<br>All this angelic aspect can return<br>And be but what it was<br>With all the admirable concepts that moved from it<br>Swept from the mind with it in its departure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Infinite things desired, lofty visions<br>'Got on desirous thoughts by natural virtue,<br>And the wise concord, whence through delicious seas<br>The arcane spirit of the whole Mankind<br>Turns hardy pilot . . . and if one wrong note<br>Strike the tympanum,<br>Instantly<br>That paradise is hurled to nothingness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O mortal nature,<br>If thou art<br>Frail and so vile in all,<br>How canst thou reach so high with thy poor sense;<br>Yet if thou art<br>Noble in any part<br>How is the noblest of thy speech and thought<br>So lightly wrought<br>Or to such base occasion lit and quenched?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a><div class=q>
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Such wast thou,
Who art now
But buried dust and rusted skeleton.
Above the bones and mire,
Motionless, placed in vain,
Mute mirror of the flight of speeding years,
Sole guard of grief
Sole guard of memory
Standeth thi..."></div>
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