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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402960" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Silent Pool</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have discovered finally to-day<br>This home that I have called my own<br>Is built of straw and clay,<br>Not, as I thought, of stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder who the architect could be,<br>What builder made it of that stuff;<br>When it was left to me<br>The house seemed good enough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, slowly, as its roof began to sink,<br>And as its walls began to split,<br>And I began to think,<br>Then I suspected it;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But did not clearly know until today<br>That it was only built of straw and clay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I will go about on my affairs<br>As though I had no cares,<br>Nor ever think at all<br>How one day soon that house is bound to fall,<br>So when I'm told the wind has blown it down<br>I may have something else to call my own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have enquired who was the architect,<br>What builder did erect.<br>I'm told they did design <br>Million and million others all like mine,<br>And argument with all men ends the same:-<br>It is impossible to fix the blame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am so glad that underneath our talk<br>Our minds together walk.<br>We argue all the while,<br>But down below our argument we smile,<br>We have our houses, but we understand<br>That our real property is common land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At night we often go<br>With happy comrades to that real estate,<br>Where dreams in beauty grow,<br>And every man enjoys a common fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At night in sleep one flows<br>Below the surface of all argument;<br>The brain, with all it knows,<br>Is covered by the waters of content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the dawn appears<br>Brain rises to the surface with a start,<br>And, waking, quickly sneers<br>At the old natural brightness of the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, that a man might choose<br>To live unconsciously like beast or bird,<br>And our clear thought not lose<br>Its beauty when we turn it into word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those quarrelings between my brain and heart<br>(In which I'd take no part)<br>Pursue their violent course<br>Corrupting my most vital force<br>So that my natural property is spent<br>In fees to keep alive their argument.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look downward in the silent pool:<br>The weeds cling to the ground they love;<br>They live so quietly, are so cool;<br>They do not need to think, or move.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look down in the unconscious mind:<br>There everything is quiet too<br>And deep and cool, and you will find<br>Calm growth and nothing hard to do,<br>And nothing that need trouble you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harold+Monro">Harold Monro</a><div class=q>
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This home that I have called my own
Is built of straw and clay,
Not, as I thought, of stone.

I wonder who the architect could be,
What builder made it of that stuff;
When it was left to me
The house seemed good en..."></div>
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