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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477267" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Human Face</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. Soon </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of all the springtimes of the world <br>This one is the ugliest <br>Of all of my ways of being <br>To be trusting is the best </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grass pushes up snow <br>Like the stone of a tomb <br>But I sleep within the storm <br>And awaken eyes bright </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowness, brief time ends <br>Where all streets must pass <br>Through my innermost recesses <br>So that I would meet someone </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don’t listen to monsters <br>I know them and all that they say <br>I see only beautiful faces <br>Good faces, sure of themselves <br>Certain soon to ruin their masters </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II. The women’s role </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As they sing, the maids dash forward <br>To tidy up the killing fields <br>Well-powdered girls, quickly to their knees </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their hands -- reaching for the fresh air -- <br>Are blue like never before <br>What a glorious day! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look at their hands, the dead <br>Look at their liquid eyes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the toilet of transience <br>The final toilet of life <br>Stones sink and disappear <br>In the vast, primal waters <br>The final toilet of time </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hardly a memory remains <br>the dried-up well of virtue <br>In the long, oppressive absences <br>One surrenders to tender flesh <br>Under the spell of weakness </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III. As deep as the silence </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As deep as the silence <br>Of a corpse under ground <br>With nothing but darkness in mind </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As dull and deaf <br>As autumn by the pond <br>Covered with stale shame </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poison, deprived of its flower <br>And of its golden beasts <br>out its night onto man </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV. Patience </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You, my patient one <br>My patience <br>My parent <br>Head held high and proudly <br>Organ of the sluggish night <br>Bow down <br>Concealing all of heaven <br>And its favor <br>Prepare for vengeance <br>A bed where I'll be born </div><div style="margin:10px 0">V. First march, the voice of another </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laughing at sky and planets <br>Drunk with their confidence <br>The wise men wish for sons <br>And for sons from their sons </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until they all perish in vain <br>Time burdens only fools <br>While Hell alone prospers <br>And the wise men are absurd </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI. A wolf </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day surprises me and night scares me <br>haunts me and winter follows me <br>An animal walking on the snow has placed <br>Its paws in the sand or in the mud </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its paws have traveled <br>From further afar than my own steps <br>On a path where death <br>Has the imprints of life </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII. A flawless fire </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The threat under the red sky <br>Came from below -- jaws <br>And scales and links <br>Of a slippery, heavy chain </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life was spread about generously <br>So that death took seriously <br>The debt it was paid without a thought </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death was the God of love <br>And the conquerors in a kiss <br>Swooned upon their victims <br>Corruption gained courage </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, beneath the red sky <br>Under the appetites for blood <br>Under the dismal starvation <br>The cavern closed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kind earth filled <br>The graves dug in advance <br>Children were no longer afraid <br>Of maternal depths </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And madness and stupidity <br>And vulgarity make way <br>For humankind and brotherhood <br>No longer fighting against life -- <br>For an everlasting humankind </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII. Liberty </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On my school notebooks <br>On my desk, on the trees <br>On the sand, on the snow <br>I write your name <br>On all the read pages <br>On all the empty pages <br>Stone, blood, paper or ash <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the golden images <br>On the weapons of warriors <br>On the crown of kings <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the jungle and the desert <br>On the nests, on the broom <br>On the echo of my childhood <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the wonders of nights <br>On the white bread of days <br>On the seasons betrothed <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">d'azur On all my blue rags <br>On the sun-molded pond <br>On the moon-enlivened lake <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the fields, on the horizon <br>On the wings of birds <br>And on the mill of shadows <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On every burst of dawn <br>On the sea, on the boats <br>On the insane mountain <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the foam of clouds <br>On the sweat of the storm <br>On the rain, thick and insipid <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the shimmering shapes <br>On the colorful bells <br>On the physical truth <br>I write your name</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the alert pathways <br>On the wide-spread roads <br>On the overflowing places <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the lamp that is ignited <br>On the lamp that is dimmed <br>On my reunited houses <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the fruit cut in two <br>Of the mirror and of my room <br>On my bed, an empty shell <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On my dog, young and greedy <br>On his pricked-up ears <br>On his clumsy paw <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the springboard of my door <br>On the familiar objects <br>On the wave of blessed fire <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On all harmonious flesh <br>On the face of my friends <br>On every out-stretched hand <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the window-pane of surprises <br>On the careful lips <br>Well-above silence <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On my destroyed shelter <br>On my collapsed beacon <br>On the walls of my weariness <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On absence without want <br>On naked solitude <br>On the steps of death <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On regained health <br>On vanished risk <br>On hope free from memory <br>I write your name </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And by the power of one word <br>I begin my life again <br>I am born to know you </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To call you by name: Liberty!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Eluard">Paul Eluard</a><div class=q>
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Of all the springtimes of the world 
This one is the ugliest 
Of all of my ways of being 
To be trusting is the best 

Grass pushes up snow 
Like the stone of a tomb 
But I sleep within the storm 
And awaken eyes bright 

Slowness, brief..."></div>
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