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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521200" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Portrait of a Baby</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lay within a warm, soft world <br>Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, <br>Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, <br>Wave upon wave that broke and whirled <br>To vanish in the grey-green gloom, <br>Perspectiveless and shadowy. <br>A bulging world that had no walls, <br>A flowing world, most like the sea, <br>Compassing all infinity <br>Within a shapeless, ebbing room, <br>An endless tide that swells and falls . . . <br>He slept and woke and slept again. <br>As a veil drops Time dropped away; <br>Space grew a toy for children's play, <br>Sleep bolted fast the gates of Sense -- <br>He lay in naked impotence; <br>Like a drenched moth that creeps and crawls <br>Heavily up brown, light-baked walls, <br>To fall in wreck, her task undone, <br>Yet somehow striving toward the sun. <br>So, as he slept, his hands clenched tighter, <br>Shut in the old way of the fighter, <br>His feet curled up to grip the ground, <br>His muscles tautened for a bound; <br>And though he felt, and felt alone, <br>Strange brightness stirred him to the bone, <br>Cravings to rise -- till deeper sleep <br>Buried the hope, the call, the leap; <br>A wind puffed out his mind's faint spark. <br>He was absorbed into the dark. <br>He woke again and felt a surge <br>Within him, a mysterious urge <br>That grew one hungry flame of passion; <br>The whole world altered shape and fashion. <br>Deceived, befooled, bereft and torn, <br>He scourged the heavens with his scorn, <br>Lifting a bitter voice to cry <br>Against the eternal treachery -- <br>Till, suddenly, he found the breast, <br>And ceased, and all things were at rest, <br>The earth grew one warm languid sea <br>And he a wave. Joy, tingling, crept <br>Throughout him. He was quenched and slept. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, while the moon made broad her ring, <br>He slept and cried and was a king. <br>So, worthily, he acted o'er <br>The endless miracle once more. <br>Facing immense adventures daily, <br>He strove still onward, weeping, gaily, <br>Conquered or fled from them, but grew <br>As soil-starved, rough pine-saplings do. <br>Till, one day, crawling seemed suspect. <br>He gripped the air and stood erect <br>And splendid. With immortal rage <br>He entered on man's heritage!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Vincent+Benet">Stephen Vincent Benet</a><div class=q>
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Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, 
Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, 
Wave upon wave that broke and whirled 
To vanish in the grey-green gloom, 
Perspectiveless and shadowy. 
A bulging world that had no walls,..."></div>
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