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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535051" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Miracles</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHY! who makes much of a miracle?<br> As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles,<br> Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,<br> Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,<br> Or wade with naked feet along the beach, just in the edge of the<br> water,<br> Or stand under trees in the woods,<br> Or talk by day with any one I love--or sleep in the bed at night with<br> any one I love,<br> Or sit at table at dinner with my mother,<br> Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,<br> Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive, of a summer forenoon, 10<br> Or animals feeding in the fields,<br> Or birds--or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,<br> Or the wonderfulness of the sun-down--or of stars shining so quiet<br> and bright,<br> Or the exquisite, delicate, thin curve of the new moon in spring;<br> Or whether I go among those I like best, and that like me best--<br> mechanics, boatmen, farmers,<br> Or among the savans--or to the soiree--or to the opera,<br> Or stand a long while looking at the movements of machinery,<br> Or behold children at their sports,<br> Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old<br> woman,<br> Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial, 20<br> Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;<br> These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,<br> The whole referring--yet each distinct, and in its place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,<br> Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,<br> Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the<br> same,<br> Every foot of the interior swarms with the same;<br> Every spear of grass--the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women,<br> and all that concerns them,<br> All these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To me the sea is a continual miracle;  30<br> The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships,<br> with men in them,<br> What stranger miracles are there?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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