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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447485" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>We climbed that hill,</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We climbed that hill, <br>The road flushed red in pride <br>At being beauty's boundary. Either side <br>Stretched beauty, beauty ever, beauty still. <br>For on the left <br>Rose sandhills bound together by the deft <br>Long fingers of sea-grass, <br>Humped like the Punch and Judy of a farce, <br>Comical, cleft <br>With gaps for wind to pass, <br>Spotted <br>With dark <br>Clumped tea-tree, stark <br>With rushes, fierce with burrs, <br>Blotted <br>With purple earth, <br>Stains, remnants, marks of birth <br>On too-exuberant beauty. <br>On the right <br>Long paddocks stooped under a cloudy sky. <br>'They're lovely paddocks. Look at them,' you said. <br>I turned my head. <br>What I'd thought gray <br>Was seen <br>To be the young beginning of live green <br>Under a spray <br>Of ghostly weed-stalks—lilacs, mauves and blues <br>At interplay— <br>A delicate tracery of shadow hues. <br>'There's colour,' I began <br>And straightway knew <br>I saw what you <br>Saw not, and yet your vision was not mine. <br>Your eyes were on the line <br>The sweep and curve of the fields against the sky. <br>You'd heard <br>My poor beginning of a word. <br>I had no more to praise <br>An unfamiliar loveliness. To gaze <br>Was all my praise. <br>At the hilltop it was your turn to say <br>'There's colour.' You had found <br>Silver and gold on my Tom Tiddler's ground. <br>At the roadside <br>A clump of grasses, all <br>Caught round a little bush and tangled, tied <br>With unimagined colours people call <br>Green when they see them. This was treasure spied <br>By your eyes with my soul. <br>You'd liked the whole <br>Broad sweep of things, had scarcely seen such small <br>Jewel incidents until <br>I showed you, who had never watched a hill <br>Remote in contemplation 'neath far, far skies, <br>Except with eyes <br>That had no mind to see <br>A present beauty, only what might be <br>If distance were annihilate. <br>And then, <br>Where the road crossed the creek we could not cross, <br>We found again <br>Our power of sight redoubled by the loss <br>Of what I'd planned. <br>You said it was no sense <br>To pull off shoes and fasten up a skirt <br>And plunge through dirt <br>And mud <br>And water, water <br>Muddy, <br>Ruddy, <br>As zinnias and paint-water and a flood <br>Of heavy auburn hair. We'd better go <br>Round by the beach, <br>Not by the cliffs, to reach <br>That farthest cliff <br>I wanted to see tower <br>Above the waves in colour and in power, <br>More solid than the sky. <br>And so <br>We turned <br>Seaward among the sea-grass. I had learned <br>Some of your alien sense of beauty, line <br>Preferred to colour, distance to the near. <br>For it was I <br>Who saw <br>The lovely curve of the creek. <br>But the whole shore <br>Yellow, untrodden, (more <br>The loveliest thing of our whole lovely week <br>For subtle curve, unbroken surface, than <br>For colour) this wide shore <br>Was yours and mine <br>And yours and mine the foam <br>When it would shine <br>Flower-coloured in a glint of sun. But mine <br>The hurry <br>And swift scurry <br>Of wind-blown tea-tree up the cliff. <br>We gave <br>A double dower <br>Of beauty to each wave <br>That trailed its hair in the wind before it broke. <br>For all the power <br>Of alien philosophies awoke <br>Our power of sight. <br>You still proclaim the far <br>Eternal unity of things that are <br>Like Plato and the mountains. I prefer <br>Inchoate beauty, for my part aver <br>Plurality essential, am content <br>To find a gain in difference, in a while <br>Admit there's gain in union. Argument <br>Recurs. Oh well, at any rate we know <br>That walk was lovely; <br>Ecstasies of mind <br>And subtle mysteries of sight combined <br>With the dear love of friends to make it so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lesbia+Harford">Lesbia Harford</a><div class=q>
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The road flushed red in pride 
At being beauty's boundary. Either side 
Stretched beauty, beauty ever, beauty still. 
For on the left 
Rose sandhills bound together by the deft 
Long fingers of sea-grass, 
Humped like the Pu..."></div>
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