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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430878" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poet VIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is a link between this and the coming world. <br>He is <br>A pure spring from which all thirsty souls may drink. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>He is a tree watered by the River of Beauty, bearing <br>Fruit which the hungry heart craves; <br>He is a nightingale, soothing the depressed <br>Spirit with his beautiful melodies; <br>He is a white cloud appearing over the horizon, <br>Ascending and growing until it fills the face of the sky. <br>Then it falls on the flows in the field of Life, <br>Opening their petals to admit the light. <br>He is an angel, send by the goddess to <br>Preach the Deity's gospel; <br>He is a brilliant lamp, unconquered by darkness <br>And inextinguishable by the wind. It is filled with <br>Oil by Istar of Love, and lighted by Apollon of Music. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>He is a solitary figure, robed in simplicity and <br>Kindness; He sits upon the lap of Nature to draw his <br>Inspiration, and stays up in the silence of the night, <br>Awaiting the descending of the spirit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>He is a sower who sows the seeds of his heart in the <br>Prairies of affection, and humanity reaps the <br>Harvest for her nourishment. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This is the poet -- whom the people ignore in this life, <br>And who is recognized only when he bids the earthly <br>World farewell and returns to his arbor in heaven. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This is the poet -- who asks naught of <br>Humanity but a smile. <br>This is the poet -- whose spirit ascends and <br>Fills the firmament with beautiful sayings; <br>Yet the people deny themselves his radiance. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Until when shall the people remain asleep? <br>Until when shall they continue to glorify those <br>Who attain greatness by moments of advantage? <br>How long shall they ignore those who enable <br>Them to see the beauty of their spirit, <br>Symbol of peace and love? <br>Until when shall human beings honor the dead <br>And forget the living, who spend their lives <br>Encircled in misery, and who consume themselves <br>Like burning candles to illuminate the way <br>For the ignorant and lead them into the path of light? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Poet, you are the life of this life, and you have <br>Triumphed over the ages of despite their severity. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Poet, you will one day rule the hearts, and <br>Therefore, your kingdom has no ending. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Poet, examine your crown of thorns; you will <br>Find concealed in it a budding wreath of laurel.</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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