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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459762" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reaching for the dictionary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That efficient movement of the arm –<br>let it be without impatience, <br>watched, aware, even graceful –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">does not feature in a ballet, <br>or a film; although it could; <br>unlikely to be described in a novel; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and as for poetry… no poem yet, <br>no ode yet owed, to that word-hoard<br>with which, indirectly, poets live and breathe<br>and share their being…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but when the moment comes, is seen to come –<br>how beautiful that movement, full<br>of assurance, of anticipation<br>of what this may yield…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for lovely though the world<br>of that poetic imprecision<br>which teases the reading, writing mind, <br>plays with the emotions, <br>releases the imagination like a glorious balloon…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it’s now the moment to look down<br>from the basket of the balloon<br>soaring so gently over green fields and earth, <br>and look for landmarks for a clear descent..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes, it’s those geeky, Greeky words<br>like metempsychosis or synecdoche, <br>ontological, epistemological…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes, those simple words<br>like soul, or self…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the pages thumbed over – the choice of paper, <br>so thin, so strong, just right, itself<br>brings an intelligent respect –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">aah, that’s what it really means…<br>a moment of treasured satisfaction; <br>the mind a little clearer now; <br>the heart perhaps, may know its warmth<br>in later, wiser ways; actions, too, <br>may (if we ever notice) be subtly altered, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as the flutter of the butterfly’s frail, strong wings<br>in some Amazonian rain-forest, <br>is sometimes said to be felt<br>throughout the world…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">universal mind may breathe a gentle sigh; <br>language itself, allow a passing smile; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there’s order in the world; harmony<br>is heard in music beyond words; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the arm and hand, now so graceful, <br>reassured; the beauty of the mind<br>so quickly registered that it may<br>escape; a gratitude perhaps<br>as quick as eye-blink, and as unobserved -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the arm and hand replace<br>the dictionary there upon the shelf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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let it be without impatience, 
watched, aware, even graceful –

does not feature in a ballet, 
or a film; although it could; 
unlikely to be described in a novel; 

and as for poetry… no poem yet, 
no ode..."></div>
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