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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461052" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seeking Metaphor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Metaphor’s the soul of poetry: <br>this incongruous instrument of speech<br>with which we say one thing, <br>when we mean quite another: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish that Shakespeare, its greatest English user, <br>had coined a truly English word for it –<br>or perhaps, those blunt and foursquare Anglo-Saxons<br>who came before; their words as hand-hewn as are spades –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the word comes from the Greek, and means a transference; <br>‘My lord, your transference is apt and shrewd…’<br>no, even that’s but transferred to a Latin stem, <br>‘carrying across’. Too late to seek some native word –<br>a ‘thoughtshift’ or a ‘mindmatch’ then? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We wear it down, and make it less<br>by thoughtless grabbing at the candy-jars<br>upon the shelves of sweetshops of our speech, <br>as if to mimic poetry that we haven't earned..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but at its height, a metaphor shines like new light; <br>bringing together, two images so disparate<br>and making of their neighbouring, a moment magical in memory<br>as if we’d never seen the world so brilliant<br>or so revealing; moments when the mind’s a god, <br>and life itself a metaphor; a glimpse<br>that somewhere, two things mentioned meet<br>under the astonished, single gaze of eternity itself..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Metaphor’s a holy sacrament: one should never dare<br>to use it without some faint echo, of a moment clear recalled<br>when that which one refers to, came dazzling bright into the mind<br>as life transfigured to another world, <br>time lifted to the timeless; <br>the radiance of the world’s first day, <br>Creation, in itself, one glorious godly metaphor..<br>and nothing ever less than one.</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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this incongruous instrument of speech
with which we say one thing, 
when we mean quite another: 

I wish that Shakespeare, its greatest English user, 
had coined a truly English word for it –
or perhaps, those b..."></div>
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