<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519036" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Very Wise Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fires in the dark you build; tall quivering flames <br>In the huge midnight forest of the unknown. <br>Your soul is full of cities with dead names, <br>And blind-faced, earth-bound gods of bronze and stone <br>Whose priests and kings and lust-begotten lords<br>Watch the procession of their thundering hosts, <br>Or guard relentless fanes with flickering swords <br>And wizardry of ghosts. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a strange house I woke; heard overhead <br>Hastily-thudding feet and a muffled scream... <br>(Is death like that?) ... I quaked uncomforted, <br>Striving to frame to-morrow in a dream <br>Of woods and sliding pools and cloudless day. <br>(You know how bees come into a twilight room <br>From dazzling afternoon, then sail away <br>Out of the curtained gloom.) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You understand my thoughts; though, when you think, <br>You’re out beyond the boundaries of my brain. <br>I’m but a bird at dawn that cries ‘chink, chink’— <br>A garden-bird that warbles in the rain. <br>And you’re the flying-man, the speck that steers <br>A careful course far down the verge of day, <br>Half-way across the world. Above the years <br>You soar ... Is death so bad? ... I wish you’d say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Siegfried+Sassoon">Siegfried Sassoon</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=519036" data-title="To a Very Wise Man de Siegfried Sassoon" data-description="I Fires in the dark you build; tall quivering flames In the huge midnight forest of the unknown. Your soul is full of cities with dead names, And blind-faced, earth-bound gods of bronze and stone Whose priests and kings and lust-begotten lord..."></div> </div> </div>

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