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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507163" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The God Called Poetry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I begin to know at last,<br>These nights when I sit down to rhyme,<br>The form and measure of that vast<br>God we call Poetry, he who stoops<br>And leaps me through his paper hoops<br>A little higher every time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tempts me to think I'll grow a proper<br>Singing cricket or grass-hopper<br>Making prodigious jumps in air<br>While shaken crowds about me stare<br>Aghast, and I sing, growing bolder<br>To fly up on my master's shoulder<br>Rustling the thick strands of his hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is older than the seas,<br>Older than the plains and hills,<br>And older than the light that spills<br>From the sun's hot wheel on these.<br>He wakes the gale that tears your trees,<br>He sings to you from window sills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At you he roars, or he will coo,<br>He shouts and screams when hell is hot,<br>Riding on the shell and shot.<br>He smites you down, he succours you,<br>And where you seek him, he is not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To-day I see he has two heads<br>Like Janus--calm, benignant, this;<br>That, grim and scowling: his beard spreads<br>From chin to chin' this god has power<br>Immeasurable at every hour:<br>He first taught lovers how to kiss,<br>He brings down sunshine after shower,<br>Thunder and hate are his also,<br>He is YES and he is NO.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The black beard spoke and said to me,<br>'Human frailty though you be,<br>Yet shout and crack your whip, be harsh!<br>They'll obey you in the end:<br>Hill and field, river and marsh<br>Shall obey you, hop and skip<br>At the terrour of your whip,<br>To your gales of anger bend.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pale beard spoke and said in turn<br>'True: a prize goes to the stern,<br>But sing and laugh and easily run<br>Through the wide airs of my plain,<br>Bathe in my waters, drink my sun,<br>And draw my creatures with soft song;<br>They shall follow you along<br>Graciously with no doubt or pain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then speaking from his double head<br>The glorious fearful monster said<br>'I am YES and I am NO,<br>Black as pitch and white as snow,<br>Love me, hate me, reconcile<br>Hate with love, perfect with vile,<br>So equal justice shall be done<br>And life shared between moon and sun.<br>Nature for you shall curse or smile:<br>A poet you shall be, my son.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q>
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These nights when I sit down to rhyme,
The form and measure of that vast
God we call Poetry, he who stoops
And leaps me through his paper hoops
A little higher every time.

Tempts me to think I'll grow a proper
Singing..."></div>
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