<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403177" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Quatrains to the Sun</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>A sunfort flourished in my sunless heart<br>Beyond the Sun. Here in a tower apart<br>The sunbirds of my lady's eyes were caged<br>Alas, poor targets for the sun-god's dart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sun at Chartres seen through an open door<br>Was like a nest, wherein I hatched a score<br>Of red-gold sun-thoughts. Now unheralded<br>They change to sun-nymphs on my heart's dark shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sun at noon is like a pool of gold<br>Towards whose uncertain brink the clouds have rolled<br>To quench their thirst. Likewise the invisible winds<br>Drink fire, and all my heart is sun-consoled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like to a giant dragon in his cage<br>Of clouds the Sun in unconcealéd rage<br>Glares down across the magic of the world<br>Intent upon this untried pasturage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sun is a red arrow plunged to rest<br>In the dark target of the sea's wild breast<br>But morning shall unveil the gentle scene<br>Of sun-girls bathing in a palimpsest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harry+Crosby">Harry Crosby</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403177" data-title="Quatrains to the Sun de Harry Crosby" data-description="I A sunfort flourished in my sunless heart Beyond the Sun. Here in a tower apart The sunbirds of my lady's eyes were caged Alas, poor targets for the sun-god's dart. II The Sun at Chartres seen through an open door Was like a nest, wherein I hat..."></div> </div> </div>

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