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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Flame</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Tis not a game that plays at mates and mating,<br>Provençe knew;<br>'Tis not a game of barter, lands and houses,<br>Provençe knew.<br>We who are wise beyond your dream of wisdom,<br>Drink our immortal moments; we 'pass through'.<br>We have gone forth beyond your bonds and borders,<br>Provençe knew;<br>And all the tales of Oisin say but this:<br>That man doth pass the net of days and hours.<br>Where time is shrivelled down to time's seed corn<br>We of the Ever-living, in that light<br>Meet through our veils and whisper, and of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O smoke and shadow of a darkling world,<br>These, and the rest, and all the rest we knew.<br>'Tis not a game that plays at mates and mating,<br>'Tis not a game of barter, lands and houses,<br>'Tis not 4of days and nights' and troubling years,<br>Of cheeks grown sunken and glad hair gone gray;<br>There is the subtler music, the clear light<br>Where time burns back about th' eternal embers.<br>We are not shut from all the thousand heavens:<br>Lo, there are many gods whom we have seen,<br>Folk of unearthly fashion, places splendid,<br>Bulwarks of beryl and of chrysoprase.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sapphire Benacus, in thy mists and thee<br>Nature herself's turned metaphysical,<br>Who can look on that blue and not believe?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hooded opal, thou eternal pearl,<br>O thou dark secret with a shimmering floor,<br>Through all thy various mood I know thee mine;<br>If I have merged my soul, or utterly<br>Am solved and bound in, through aught here on earth,<br>There canst thou find me, O thou anxious thou,<br>Who call’st about my gates for some lost me;<br>I say my soul flowed back, became translucent.<br>Search not my lips, O Love, let go my hands,<br>This thing that moves as man is no more mortal.<br>If thou hast seen my shade sans character,<br>If thou hast seen that mirror of all moments,<br>That glass to all things that o'ershadow it,<br>Call not that mirror me, for I have slipped<br>Your grasp, I have eluded.</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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Provençe knew;
'Tis not a game of barter, lands and houses,
Provençe knew.
We who are wise beyond your dream of wisdom,
Drink our immortal moments; we 'pass through'.
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