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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460027" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Evening contentment: a meal, a temple</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and as the thick heat of the day lifts off, <br>the city comes alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is architecture without shadow? <br>At the wrong but necessary time, <br>midday in high summer, when<br>the overhead sun has stolen into siesta<br>all meaning, even beauty, <br>from the very temples themselves, <br>we had been clambering around the Acropolis, <br>which seemed to promise so much from afar, <br>an ideal world; now up close, we couldn’t find it, <br>trying perhaps too hard; that tiny temple by the entrance<br>offered more; the korae in the museum<br>smiled an understanding of all this; <br>knew all about us. This is what awe means.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, in the cooling air of evening, the tourists, <br>showered, in their fresh cottons, <br>meet and converge with their Athenian hosts<br>at an unpretentious family restaurant<br>at the foot of the Acropolis hill.<br>The Parthenon, resting from its busy anthill day, <br>is floodlit in all its glory, yet<br>aloof; as if its subtle geometries<br>hold it inviolable between two worlds; Plato in stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hundred Olympian athlete’s paces from the restaurant at its foot, <br>almost as if generations of this family have measured it, <br>the scent of cooking garlic welcomes us –<br>guests even before we have arrived; <br>then the simple tables, the evocative bouzouki music<br>whose recording we will buy and in time forget, <br>and then one day, find again with an exquisite pain; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is the climax of the Mediterranean day; <br>three thousand years of culture are the unspoken, <br>almost unnoticed, stage set for our evening hours tonight, with<br>the indefinable sense that the sea, blue into wine, <br>is not far away. There’s a friendly chatter, men and women, <br>in the kitchen. This is what an open-air restaurant<br>should be about: they give us food and wine; <br>we give them back, our happiness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As we scrape our metal chairs on the concrete floor<br>in a convivial circle – the sky dusted with stars over<br>the Parthenon now at an awkward, unromantic, steep<br>angle to us, but we know it’s there –<br>and settle, foot-weary but refreshed, <br>you can sense that each of us is relishing<br>the sense of the fresh, cool air<br>between the fresh-laundered cotton<br>and the no longer sticky skin; <br>have we earned this with our guide-booked day? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, three or so enchanted hours –<br>no great need to speak; silent acknowledgement<br>that we have come all this way to find<br>a sheer contentment in just being ourselves<br>in company, around a table, drinking a little wine, <br>eating simple food; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">time.. time does not stand still, <br>though that’s the first idea that comes to mind; <br>rather, time has surrendered to us<br>its own unimportance; we steal a glance<br>at each other’s quiet glow<br>as sunwarmed faces find some inner sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some Greek grammar not yet learned<br>is teaching us the living meaning, limitless contentment; <br>the infinite infinitive of the verb, to be. The air<br>is gentle as it cools; our bodies warm with food and wine<br>and boundless love; we are, oh can it be, <br>perfection in some temple of ourselves.</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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What is architecture without shadow? 
At the wrong but necessary time, 
midday in high summer, when
the overhead sun has stolen into siesta
all meaning, even beauty, 
from the ver..."></div>
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