<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=453863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Steam Roller</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The illustration<br>is nothing to you without the application.<br>You lack half wit. You crush all the particles down<br>into close conformity, and then walk back and forth on them. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sparkling chips of rock<br>are crushed down to the level of the parent block.<br>Were not 'impersonal judment in aesthetic<br>matters, a metaphysical impossibility,' you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">might fairly achieve<br>it. As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive<br>of one's attending upon you, but to question<br>the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marianne+Moore">Marianne Moore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=453863" data-title="To a Steam Roller de Marianne Moore" data-description="The illustration is nothing to you without the application. You lack half wit. You crush all the particles down into close conformity, and then walk back and forth on them. Sparkling chips of rock are crushed down to the level of the parent bloc..."></div> </div> </div>

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