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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The 'Utopia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The table was filled with many objects</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wild tribesmen in the hills,<br>whose very robes were decorated with designs<br>of a strangeness & upsetting beauty<br>that went much further than the richly coloured silks embroidered there could ever suggest; . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were piles of books, yet each one<br>was of a different size and binding.<br>The leathers were so finely dyed. The blues<br>& purples, contrasting with the deceptive simplicity<br>of the 'natural' tans.<br>And this prism & arrangement of colours<br>cannot be set down - the fresh arrangements<br>& angles possible can only point through a door<br>to the word 'infinite' made of white puffy clouds<br>floating high in a blue summer sky;<br>this has been written there by a small airplane<br>that is now returning to its green landing field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The table is very old & made of fine mahogany<br>polished by generations of servants.<br>And through the windows the summer blue skies<br>& white clouds spelling a puffy word.<br>And on the table the books & examples<br>of embroidery of the wild hill tribesmen<br>& many large & small objects - all of which<br>could not help but rouse a curiosity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are at times people in this room<br>- some go to the table - things are moved -<br>but the atmosphere here is always that of quiet & catm<br>- no one could disturb this.<br>And though the people are the only real threat,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they are all too well trained and aware<br>to ever introduce the least clumsiness<br>or disturbing element into the room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At times it is hard to believe<br>what is before one's eyes -<br>there is no answer to this except the room itself,<br>& maybe the white clouds seen through the window.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one in the house was sure of the frontiers<br>& the beautiful atlas gilded and bound with blue silk<br>was only of antiquarian interest & quite useless<br>for the new questions. The whole situation<br>was like a painting within a painting &<br>that within another & so on & so on -<br>until everyone had lost sight of their original landmarks.<br>The heath melted into the sky on the horizon.<br>And the questions of definition & contrast<br>only brought on a series of fruitless searches<br>& examinations that made everyone irritable & exhausted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once the surveyors had abandoned their project<br>the objects once more took over.<br>It would be false to deny the sigh of relief<br>there was when this happened & calm returned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bus bumped down the avenue<br>& ahead were the mountains & the woods<br>that burst into flower as spring settled.<br>The plan & the heavy revolver were all quite in keeping<br>with this, despite the apparent superficial<br>difference & clash of worlds -<br>there was really only one world.<br>It wasn't easy - admittedly - & someone<br>had to stay behind & ...<br>The word in the sky had slowly dissolved<br>& was now nowhere to he seen.<br>But instead the sun was flooding the whole room</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& everything took on a golden aura<br>- this meant we were even aware of the<br>band of horsemen now riding through the forest<br>that surrounded the valley.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The many details may appear evasive<br>but the purpose of the total was obvious<br>& uncompromising</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lee+Harwood">Lee Harwood</a><div class=q>
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