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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410171" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eurydice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So you have swept me back,<br>I who could have walked with the live souls<br>above the earth,<br>I who could have slept among the live flowers<br>at last;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so for your arrogance<br>and your ruthlessness<br>I am swept back<br>where dead lichens drip<br>dead cinders upon moss of ash;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so for your arrogance<br>I am broken at last,<br>I who had lived unconscious,<br>who was almost forgot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">if you had let me wait<br>I had grown from listlessness<br>into peace,<br>if you had let me rest with the dead,<br>I had forgot you<br>and the past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here only flame upon flame<br>and black among the red sparks,<br>streaks of black and light<br>grown colourless;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">why did you turn back,<br>that hell should be reinhabited<br>of myself thus<br>swept into nothingness?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">why did you glance back?<br>why did you hesitate for that moment?<br>why did you bend your face<br>caught with the flame of the upper earth,<br>above my face?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what was it that crossed my face<br>with the light from yours<br>and your glance?<br>what was it you saw in my face?<br>the light of your own face,<br>the fire of your own presence?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What had my face to offer<br>but reflex of the earth,<br>hyacinth colour<br>caught from the raw fissure in the rock<br>where the light struck,<br>and the colour of azure crocuses<br>and the bright surface of gold crocuses<br>and of the wind-flower,<br>swift in its veins as lightning<br>and as white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saffron from the fringe of the earth,<br>wild saffron that has bent<br>over the sharp edge of earth,<br>all the flowers that cut through the earth,<br>all, all the flowers are lost;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">everything is lost,<br>everything is crossed with black,<br>black upon black<br>and worse than black,<br>this colourless light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fringe upon fringe<br>of blue crocuses,<br>crocuses, walled against blue of themselves,<br>blue of that upper earth,<br>blue of the depth upon depth of flowers,<br>lost;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">flowers,<br>if I could have taken once my breath of them,<br>enough of them,<br>more than earth,<br>even than of the upper earth,<br>had passed with me<br>beneath the earth;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">if I could have caught up from the earth,<br>the whole of the flowers of the earth,<br>if once I could have breathed into myself<br>the very golden crocuses<br>and the red,<br>and the very golden hearts of the first saffron,<br>the whole of the golden mass,<br>the whole of the great fragrance,<br>I could have dared the loss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So for your arrogance<br>and your ruthlessness<br>I have lost the earth <br>and the flowers of the earth,<br>and the live souls above the earth,<br>and you who passed across the light<br>and reached<br>ruthless;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you who have your own light,<br>who are to yourself a presence,<br>who need no presence;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yet for all your arrogance<br>and your glance,<br>I tell you this:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">such loss is no loss,<br>such terror, such coils and strands and pitfalls<br>of blackness,<br>such terror<br>is no loss;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">hell is no worse than your earth<br>above the earth,<br>hell is no worse,<br>no, nor your flowers<br>nor your veins of light<br>nor your presence,<br>a loss;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my hell is no worse than yours<br>though you pass among the flowers and speak<br>with the spirits above earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Against the black<br>I have more fervour<br>than you in all the splendour of that place,<br>against the blackness<br>and the stark grey<br>I have more light;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the flowers,<br>if I should tell you,<br>you would turn from your own fit paths<br>toward hell,<br>turn again and glance back<br>and I would sink into a place<br>even more terrible than this.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At least I have the flowers of myself,<br>and my thoughts, no god<br>can take that;<br>I have the fervour of myself for a presence<br>and my own spirit for light;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and my spirit with its loss<br>knows this;<br>though small against the black,<br>small against the formless rocks,<br>hell must break before I am lost;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">before I am lost,<br>hell must open like a red rose<br>for the dead to pass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hilda+Doolittle">Hilda Doolittle</a><div class=q>
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So you have swept me back,
I who could have walked with the live souls
above the earth,
I who could have slept among the live flowers
at last;

so for your arrogance
and your ruthlessness
I am swept back
where dead lichens drip
dead cinders upo..."></div>
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