<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534889" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Must Give Pleasure</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I<br>To sing jubilas at exact, accustomed times, <br>To be crested and wear the mane of a multitude <br>And so, as part, to exult with its great throat, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To speak of joy and to sing of it, borne on <br>The shoulders of joyous men, to feel the heart <br>That is the common, the bravest fundament, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This is a facile exercise. Jerome <br>Begat the tubas and the fire-wind strings, <br>The golden fingers picking dark-blue air: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For companies of voices moving there, <br>To find of sound the bleakest ancestor, <br>To find of light a music issuing </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Whereon it falls in more than sensual mode. <br>But the difficultest rigor is forthwith, <br>On the image of what we see, to catch from that </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Irrational moment its unreasoning, <br>As when the sun comes rising, when the sea <br>Clears deeply, when the moon hangs on the wall </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Of heaven-haven. These are not things transformed. <br>Yet we are shaken by them as if they were. <br>We reason about them with a later reason.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wallace+Stevens">Wallace Stevens</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=534889" data-title="It Must Give Pleasure de Wallace Stevens" data-description="I To sing jubilas at exact, accustomed times, To be crested and wear the mane of a multitude And so, as part, to exult with its great throat, To speak of joy and to sing of it, borne on The shoulders of joyous men, to feel the heart That is..."></div> </div> </div>

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