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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Divine Comedy Mother Goose after Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Divina Commedia Fleur de Luce</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oft have I seen within some bookstore door<br>a comic book, with illustrations neat, <br>unburdened by the hands of tiny feet<br>chaperoned by smothering mothers sure<br>to seal a bargain in free-time for chore<br>while toddler turns the page of storied treat, <br>from loud vociferations saved before tears fleet<br>become an undistinguishable roar.<br>Fables' chapters read aloud each day<br>provide the basic groundwork, opens gate<br>well earned to letters learned the easy way, <br>The tumult of bed-time disconsolate, <br>complaints, and plaintive murmurs fade away, <br>while pages turn on Cinderella's fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange sculptures do adorn Prince Charming's towers, <br>round Sleeping Beauty's statue crowd, fly leaves<br>bird's eye view provide of of dark Queen's sleeves<br>from which immortal bloom witch hands for hours, <br>gesticulate vast curses, scheme crossed princess cowers.<br>See fiends and dragons on the gargoyled eaves<br>throw Snow White frightening curses. Child believes<br>in Ali Baba's forty thieves and powers<br>fantastical suspending heart and brain, <br>till exultation tramples on despair, <br>till tenderness soothes tears, till hate of wrong -<br>with passionate cries of infant soul in pain -<br>reads through these tales of Hubbard's cupboard bare<br>in mediæval miracle of song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These entertaing gossips glitter, gloom<br>dissolves before Pierrot and Columbine, <br>for nurs'ry rhymes step up pace children sign<br>their names, prepare for fame till they make room<br>in turn for others through life's mortal doom<br>when mourners pass, when votive tapers shine.<br>Psych books don't daunt imaginations fine, <br>synaptic echoes linked to Perrault's plume<br>from fairy tales of sixpence, apple pies, <br>rehearsing songs of blackbirds as crow flies<br>from cryptic lamentations, cheeks aglow.<br>For parents' choice celestial voice begins<br>with 'Once upon a time...' sows peace time wins, <br>no scarlet sins knows, Mother Goose morals show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See seven dwarfs fight flame of evil fame, <br>Queen's poisoned apple sent so long ago, <br>filling young hearts with passion, dread, and woe, <br>rescued from wrong when song's conclusions came<br>splendiferous while stern rebukes bad tame, <br>and ice about cold heart melts as the snow <br>on mountain heights when spring rains overflow<br>through climate change gush like lips' sobs of shame, <br>with full confession made. Child's eyes may gleam, <br>like dawn's beam slant chant on dark forest cast, <br>seems to uplifted hope's scope, also increase<br>imagination, sparks remembered dream, <br>sorrow forgotten, enlightenment at last<br>rings perfect pardon that brings perfect peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes T.V. free read on, souls' windows blaze<br>with forms of black sheep wool bags well supplied, <br>her set to song, hereafter glorified, <br>see bramble Rose upon its leaves displays<br>elf arrow thorns for Beauty's roundelay, <br>with splendor upon splendor multiplied<br>in bedside book that's seldom set aside.<br>No more rebukes, but smiles greet words of praise<br>from pre-school up, contentment's chorus choirs<br>re-sing old tales no child e'er fails to love, <br>and many on the Internet would post<br>cockle-shells, melodious bells, light fires<br>to warm from house-tops up to heaven above<br>Contrary Mary, Curly Locks' love boast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Historic star whose kindergarden key<br>unlocks appreciation of these easy rhymes<br>both ageless and with age together climbs, <br>becomes forerunner of adults to be.<br>The choice of Hark the Lark, Georgie Porgie, <br>free voice for Jack Straw, Jack and Jill's Hill, signs, <br>repeats, light songs until familiar lines<br>are footpaths for deep thoughts of root and tree.<br>Fond fame is blown abroad from all the heights, <br>throughout all nations Mother Goose is heard<br>as child's and adult's album, leaves none out, <br>strangers, at home, becoming proselytes, <br>In their own language hear tales' wondrous word, <br>and many stay amazed, no penny doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Divina Commedia Fleur de Luce<br>Oft have I seen at some cathedral door<br>A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, <br>Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet<br>Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor<br>Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er; <br>Far off the noises of the world retreat; <br>The loud vociferations of the street<br>Become an undistinguishable roar.<br>So, as I enter here from day to day, <br>And leave my burden at this minster gate, <br>Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, <br>The tumult of the time disconsolate<br>To inarticulate murmurs dies away, <br>While the eternal ages watch and wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How strange the sculptures that adorn these towers! <br>This crowd of statues, in whose folded sleeves<br>Birds build their nests; while canopied with leaves<br>Parvis and portal bloom like trellised bowers, <br>And the vast minster seems a cross of flowers! <br>But fiends and dragons on the gargoyled eaves<br>Watch the dead Christ between the living thieves, <br>And, underneath, the traitor Judas lowers! <br>Ah! from what agonies of heart and brain, <br>What exultations trampling on despair, <br>What tenderness, what tears, what hate of wrong, <br>What passionate outcry of a soul in pain, <br>Uprose this poem of the earth and air, <br>This mediæval miracle of song! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I enter, and I see thee in the gloom<br>Of the long aisles, O poet saturnine! <br>And strive to make my steps keep pace with thine.<br>The air is filled with some unknown perfume; <br>The congregation of the dead make room<br>For thee to pass; the votive tapers shine; <br>Like rooks that haunt Ravenna's groves of pine<br>The hovering echoes fly from tomb to tomb.<br>From the confessionals I hear arise<br>Rehearsals of forgotten tragedies, <br>And lamentations from the crypts below; <br>And then a voice celestial that begins<br>With the pathetic words, &quot;Although your sins<br>As scarlet be, &quot; and ends with &quot;as the snow.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With snow-white veil and garments as of flame, <br>She stands before thee, who so long ago<br>Filled thy young heart with passion and the woe<br>From which thy song and all its splendors came; <br>And while with stern rebuke she speaks thy name, <br>The ice about thy heart melts as the snow <br>On mountain heights, and in swift overflow<br>Comes gushing from thy lips in sobs of shame.<br>Thou makest full confession; and a gleam, <br>As of the dawn on some dark forest cast, <br>Seems on thy lifted forehead to increase; <br>Lethe and Eunoë—the remembered dream<br>And the forgotten sorrow—bring at last<br>That perfect pardon which is perfect peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lift mine eyes, and all the windows blaze<br>With forms of Saints and holy men who died, <br>Here martyred and hereafter glorified; <br>And the great Rose upon its leaves displays<br>Christ's Triumph, and the angelic roundelays, <br>With splendor upon splendor multiplied; <br>And Beatrice again at Dante's side<br>No more rebukes, but smiles her words of praise.<br>And then the organ sounds, and unseen choirs<br>Sing the old Latin hymns of peace and love<br>And benedictions of the Holy Ghost; <br>And the melodious bells among the spires<br>O'er all the house-tops and through heaven above<br>Proclaim the elevation of the Host! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O star of morning and of liberty! <br>O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines<br>Above the darkness of the Apennines, <br>Forerunner of the day that is to be! <br>The voices of the city and the sea, <br>The voices of the mountains and the pines, <br>Repeat thy song, till the familiar lines<br>Are footpaths for the thought of Italy! <br>Thy fame is blown abroad from all the heights, <br>Through all the nations, and a sound is heard, <br>As of a mighty wind, and men devout, <br>Strangers of Rome, and the new proselytes, <br>In their own language hear thy wondrous word, <br>And many are amazed and many doubt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(25 February 2012)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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