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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460714" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0249 To enjoy.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">to enjoy the enjoyable. It seems a modest enough aim<br>and what we're meant to do by human nature, surely? and yet<br>that urge to set up the next scene, to move on - do you remember<br>those old films where the heroes were always saying to their side-kicks<br>'let's get outa here! ...' pioneers of the about-to-be - this moves us on; <br>so 'here' doesn't stand much chance of being enjoyed; <br>and nor does 'now'; and can we ever say<br>whether we enjoy things more or less than others<br>- or more or less than our parents or grandparents? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and here I remember my mother, who could recall<br>in vivid detail with a humbling gratitude, every minute<br>of some rare act of kindness done many years before -<br>an unexpected car trip to the park, a fresh baked cake, <br>those things which are small change to real neighbours<br>but which she so often gave, so rarely received; <br>(the old should never move, uproot, unless of gipsy nature; <br>friends are not so easy made among their settled peers) .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So how precious the nap of an afternoon, if properly enjoyed: <br>a few minutes, and the brain's wiped clean<br>of all the morning's bruising, weighed concerns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eyes open on the sight, today, of an angel<br>depicted by Piero della Francesca to console a duke<br>whose only son died as a youngster in his bloom; <br>and thus he has the likeness of that son, enjoying<br>eternity<br>in my back room. So instead of getting outa here, <br>a book of poetry idly picked up, with the phrase<br>'the world forgetting, by the world forgot'; and then, <br>gently overwhelmed by the lovely yearning<br>to visit that place where poetry enjoys itself<br>in unrevealed mysteries - mine, his, hers, yours, read, written -<br>and in being, simply to enjoy<br>simply being.</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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and what we're meant to do by human nature, surely? and yet
that urge to set up the next scene, to move on - do you remember
those old films where the heroes were always saying to their side-kic..."></div>
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