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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513593" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Interlude: Songs out of Sorrow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. Spirit's House</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From naked stones of agony<br>I will build a house for me;<br>As a mason all alone<br>I will raise it, stone by stone,<br>And every stone where I have bled<br>Will show a sign of dusky red.<br>I have not gone the way in vain,<br>For I have good of all my pain;<br>My spirit's quiet house will be<br>Built of naked stones I trod<br>On roads where I lost sight of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. Mastery</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would not have a god come in<br>To shield me suddenly from sin,<br>And set my house of life to rights;<br>Nor angels with bright burning wings<br>Ordering my earthly thoughts and things;<br>Rather my own frail guttering lights<br>Wind blown and nearly beaten out;<br>Rather the terror of the nights<br>And long, sick groping after doubt;<br>Rather be lost than let my soul<br>Slip vaguely from my own control --<br>Of my own spirit let me be<br>In sole though feeble mastery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III. Lessons</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unless I learn to ask no help<br> From any other soul but mine,<br>To seek no strength in waving reeds<br> Nor shade beneath a straggling pine;<br>Unless I learn to look at Grief<br> Unshrinking from her tear-blind eyes,<br>And take from Pleasure fearlessly<br> Whatever gifts will make me wise --<br>Unless I learn these things on earth,<br>Why was I ever given birth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV. Wisdom</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I have ceased to break my wings<br>Against the faultiness of things,<br>And learned that compromises wait<br>Behind each hardly opened gate,<br>When I can look Life in the eyes,<br>Grown calm and very coldly wise,<br>Life will have given me the Truth,<br>And taken in exchange -- my youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V. In a Burying Ground</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the spot where I will lie<br> When life has had enough of me,<br>These are the grasses that will blow<br> Above me like a living sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These gay old lilies will not shrink<br> To draw their life from death of mine,<br>And I will give my body's fire<br> To make blue flowers on this vine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;O Soul,&quot; I said, &quot;have you no tears?<br> Was not the body dear to you?&quot;<br>I heard my soul say carelessly,<br> &quot;The myrtle flowers will grow more blue.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI. Wood Song</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard a wood thrush in the dusk<br> Twirl three notes and make a star --<br>My heart that walked with bitterness<br> Came back from very far.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three shining notes were all he had,<br> And yet they made a starry call --<br>I caught life back against my breast<br> And kissed it, scars and all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VII. Refuge</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From my spirit's gray defeat,<br>From my pulse's flagging beat,<br>From my hopes that turned to sand<br>Sifting through my close-clenched hand,<br>From my own fault's slavery,<br>If I can sing, I still am free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For with my singing I can make<br>A refuge for my spirit's sake,<br>A house of shining words, to be<br>My fragile immortality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sara+Teasdale">Sara Teasdale</a><div class=q>
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From naked stones of agony
I will build a house for me;
As a mason all alone
I will raise it, stone by stone,
And every stone where I have bled
Will show a sign of dusky red.
I have not gone the way in vain,
For I have good of..."></div>
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