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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459835" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The lake of metaphor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and perhaps I came to poetry too late<br>to dive, a slimmish youth, <br>innocent as youth was or is<br>into the rich waters of the lake of metaphor<br>fed distantly by mountain springs, <br>welcoming in its wateriness, <br>chilling too like a demand for respect, <br>welcoming and chilling as a life; <br>a few strokes and already the green bank<br>and pile of crumpled clothes discarded<br>quickly distant, and here<br>in the middle of the lake, the sky<br>has opened out as if it were<br>some rival to a mountain-top</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the hands press against <br>the resistances of language, the palms<br>flat as between praise and surrender, <br>cleaving a passage to the depth<br>and then the shore of metaphor; and<br>emerging, the sunlight<br>catching the sparkling water droplets, <br>the skin shivering but invigorated, <br>the mind full of life<br>like a poem rich in metaphor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Older now, <br>waiting as in the paintings of Saint Jerome<br>at his desk walled in by books, <br>pen poised, eyes uplifted, <br>spirit, rich, yet<br>mind not full, but waiting<br>for the grace of metaphor<br>like the brushing of a white dove's wing</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> <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=459835" data-title="The lake of metaphor de Michael Shepherd" data-description="and perhaps I came to poetry too late to dive, a slimmish youth, innocent as youth was or is into the rich waters of the lake of metaphor fed distantly by mountain springs, welcoming in its wateriness, chilling too like a demand for respect, w..."></div> </div> </div>
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