<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499123" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Juggler</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A ball will bounce; but less and less. It's not<br>A light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience.<br>Falling is what it loves, and the earth falls<br>So in our hearts from brilliance, <br>Settles and is forgot.<br>It takes a sky-blue juggler with five red balls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To shake our gravity up. Whee, in the air <br>The balls roll around, wheel on his wheeling hands, <br>Learning the ways of lightness, alter to spheres<br>Grazing his finger ends, <br>Cling to their courses there, <br>Swinging a small heaven about his ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But a heaven is easier made of nothing at all <br>Than the earth regained, and still and sole within<br>The spin of worlds, with a gesture sure and noble<br>He reels that heaven in, <br>Landing it ball by ball, <br>And trades it all for a broom, a plate, a table.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, on his toe the table is turning, the broom's <br>Balancing up on his nose, and the plate whirls <br>On the tip of the broom! Damn, what a show, we cry: <br>The boys stamp, and the girls<br>Shriek, and the drum booms<br>And all come down, and he bows and says good-bye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If the juggler is tired now, if the broom stands<br>In the dust again, if the table starts to drop<br>Through the daily dark again, and though the plate<br>Lies flat on the table top,<br>For him we batter our hands<br>Who has won for once over the world's weight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Wilbur">Richard Wilbur</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=499123" data-title="Juggler de Richard Wilbur" data-description="A ball will bounce; but less and less. It's not A light-hearted thing, resents its own resilience. Falling is what it loves, and the earth falls So in our hearts from brilliance, Settles and is forgot. It takes a sky-blue juggler with five red ba..."></div> </div> </div>

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