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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=432117" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Simple Line</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The secrets of the mind convene splendidly,<br>Though the mind is meek.<br>To be aware inwardly<br>of brain and beauty<br>Is dark too recognizable.<br>Thought looking out on thought<br>Makes one an eye:<br>Which it shall be, both decide.<br>One is with the mind alone,<br>The other is with other thoughts gone<br>To be seen from afar and not known.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When openly these inmost sights<br>Flash and speak fully,<br>Each head at home shakes hopelessly<br>Of being never ready to see self<br>And sees a universe too soon.<br>The immense surmise swims round and round<br>And heads grow wise<br>With their own bigness beatified<br>In cosmos, and the idiot size<br>Of skulls spells Nature on the ground,<br>While ears listening the wrong way report<br>Echoes first and hear words before sounds<br>Because the mind, being quiet, seems late.<br>By ears words are copied into books,<br>By letters minds are taught self-ignorance.<br>From mouths spring forth vocabularies<br>To the assemblage of strange objects<br>Grown foreign to the faithful countryside<br>Of one king, poverty,<br>Of one line, humbleness.<br>Unavowed and false horizons claim pride<br>For spaces in the head<br>The native head sees outside.<br>The flood of wonder rushing from the eyes<br>Returns lesson by lesson.<br>The mind, shrunken of time,<br>Overflows too soon.<br>The complete vision is the same<br>As when the world-wideness began<br>Worlds to describe<br>The excessiveness of man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But man's right portion rejects<br>The surplus in the whole.<br>This much, made secret first,<br>Now makes<br>The knowable, which was<br>Thought's previous flesh,<br>And gives instruction of substance to its intelligence<br>As far as flesh itself,<br>As bodies upon themselves to where<br>Understanding is the head<br>And the identity of breath and breathing are established<br>And the voice opening to cry: I know,<br>Closes around the entire declaration<br>With this evidence of immortality&mdash;<br>The total silence to say:<br>I am dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For death is all ugly, all lovely,<br>Forbids mysteries to make<br>Science of splendor, or any separate disclosing<br>Of beauty to the mind out of body's book<br>That page by page flutters a world in fragments,<br>Permits no scribbling in of more<br>Where spaces are,<br>Only to look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Body as Body lies more than still.<br>The rest seems nothing and nothing is<br>If nothing need be.<br>But if need be,<br>Thought not divided anyway<br>Answers itself, thinking<br>All open and everything.<br>Dead is the mind that parted each head.<br>But now the secrets of the mind convene<br>Without pride, without pain<br>To any onlookers.<br>What they ordain alone<br>Cannot be known<br>The ordinary way of eyes and ears<br>But only prophesied<br>If an unnatural mind, refusing to divide,<br>Dies immediately<br>Of too plain beauty<br>Foreseen within too suddenly,<br>And lips break open of astonishment<br>Upon the living mouth and rehearse<br>Death, that seems a simple verse<br>And, of all ways to know,<br>Dead or alive, easiest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Laura+Riding">Laura Riding</a><div class=q>
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Though the mind is meek.
To be aware inwardly
of brain and beauty
Is dark too recognizable.
Thought looking out on thought
Makes one an eye:
Which it shall be, both decide.
One is with the mind alone,
Th..."></div>
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