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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=532653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Argument</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We find your soft Utopias as white<br>As new-cut bread, and dull as life in cells,<br>O, scribes who dare forget how wild we are<br>How human breasts adore alarum bells.<br>You house us in a hive of prigs and saints<br>Communal, frugal, clean and chaste by law.<br>I'd rather brood in bloody Elsinore<br>Or be Lear's fool, straw-crowned amid the straw.<br>Promise us all our share in Agincourt<br>Say that our clerks shall venture scorns and death,<br>That future ant-hills will not be too good<br>For Henry Fifth, or Hotspur, or Macbeth.<br>Promise that through to-morrow's spirit-war<br>Man's deathless soul will hack and hew its way,<br>Each flaunting Caesar climbing to his fate<br>Scorning the utmost steps of yesterday.<br>Never a shallow jester any more!<br>Let not Jack Falstaff spill the ale in vain.<br>Let Touchstone set the fashions for the wise<br>And Ariel wreak his fancies through the rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II. THE RHYMER'S REPLY. INCENSE AND SPLENDOR</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Incense and Splendor haunt me as I go.<br>Though my good works have been, alas, too few,<br>Though I do naught, High Heaven comes down to me,<br>And future ages pass in tall review.<br>I see the years to come as armies vast,<br>Stalking tremendous through the fields of time.<br>MAN is unborn. To-morrow he is born,<br>Flame-like to hover o'er the moil and grime,<br>Striving, aspiring till the shame is gone,<br>Sowing a million flowers, where now we mourn—<br>Laying new, precious pavements with a song,<br>Founding new shrines, the good streets to adorn.<br>I have seen lovers by those new-built walls<br>Clothed like the dawn in orange, gold and red.<br>Eyes flashing forth the glory-light of love<br>Under the wreaths that crowned each royal head.<br>Life was made greater by their sweetheart prayers.<br>Passion was turned to civic strength that day—<br>Piling the marbles, making fairer domes<br>With zeal that else had burned bright youth away.<br>I have seen priestesses of life go by<br>Gliding in samite through the incense-sea—<br>Innocent children marching with them there,<br>Singing in flowered robes, &quot;THE EARTH IS FREE&quot;:<br>While on the fair, deep-carved unfinished towers<br>Sentinels watched in armor, night and day—<br>Guarding the brazier-fires of hope and dream—<br>Wild was their peace, and dawn-bright their array!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vachel+Lindsay">Vachel Lindsay</a><div class=q>
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We find your soft Utopias as white
As new-cut bread, and dull as life in cells,
O, scribes who dare forget how wild we are
How human breasts adore alarum bells.
You house us in a hive of ..."></div>
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