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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430868" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Coming of the Ship</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn onto his own day, had waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his ship that was to return and bear him back to the isle of his birth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in the twelfth year, on the seventh day of Ielool, the month of reaping, he climbed the hill without the city walls and looked seaward; and he beheld the ship coming with the mist. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the gates of his heart were flung open, and his joy flew far over the sea. And he closed his eyes and prayed in the silences of his soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he descended the hill, a sadness came upon him, and he thought in his heart: How shall I go in peace and without sorrow? Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long were the days of pain I have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness; and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too many fragments of the spirit have I scatterd in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a bruden and an ache. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor is it a thought I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I cannot tarry longer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fain would I take with me all that is here. But how shall I? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that give it wings. Alone must it seek the ether. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now when he reached the foot of the hill, he turned again towards the sea, and he saw his ship approaching the harbour, and upon her prow the mariners, the men of his own land. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his soul cried out to them, and he said: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sons of my ancient mother, you riders of the tides, How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,<br>Then I shall stand among you, a seafarer among seafarers.<br>And you, vast sea, sleepless mother,<br>Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream,<br>Only another winding will this stream make, only another murmur in this glade,<br>And then shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And as he walked he saw from afar men and women leaving their fields and their vineyards and hastening towards the city gates. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he heard their voices calling his name, and shouting from the field to field telling one another of the coming of the ship. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he said to himself: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what shall I give unto him who has left his plough in midfurrow, or to him who has stopped the wheel of his winepress? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall my heart become a tree heavy-laden with fruit that I may gather and give unto them? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And shall my desires flow like a fountain that I may fill their cups? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If this is my day of harvest, in what fields have I sowed the seed, and in what unrembered seasons? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If this indeed be the our in which I lift up my lantern, it is not my flame that shall burn therein. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Empty and dark shall I raise my lantern,<br>And the guardian of the night shall fill it with oil and he shall light it also.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>These things he said in words. But much in his heart remained unsaid. For he himself could not speak his deeper secret. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he entered into the city all the people came to meet him, and they were crying out to him as with one voice. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the elders of the city stood forth and said: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go not yet away from us. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A noontide have you been in our twilight, and your youth has given us dreams to dream. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No stranger are you among us, nor a guest, but our son and our dearly beloved. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suffer not yet our eyes to hunger for your face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the priests and the priestesses said unto him: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let not the waves of the sea separate us now, and the years you have spent in our midst become a memory. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You have walked among us a spirit, and your shadow has been a light upon our facs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Much have we loved you. But speechless was our love, and with veils has it been veiled. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet now it cries aloud unto you, and would stand revealed before you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And others came also and entreated him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he answered them not. He only bent his head; and those who stood near saw his tears falling upon his breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he and the people proceeded towards the great square before the temple. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there came out of the sanctuary a woman whose name was Almitra. And she was a seeress. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he looked upon her with exceeding tenderness, for it was she who had first sought and believed in him when he had been but a day in their city. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she hailed him, saying: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prophet of God, in quest for the uttermost, long have you searched the distances for your ship. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now your ship has come, and you must needs go. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep is your longing for the land of your memories and the dwelling place of your greater desires; and our love would not bind you nor our needs hold you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet this we ask ere you leave us, that you speak to us and give us of your truth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we will give it unto our children, and they unto their children, and it shall not perish. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In your aloneness you have watched with our days, and in your wakefulness you have listened to the weeping and the laughter of our sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now therefore disclose us to ourselves, and tell us all that has been shown you of that which is between birth and death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he answered,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>People of Orphalese, of what can I speak save of that which is even now moving your souls?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Khalil+Gibran">Khalil Gibran</a><div class=q>
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