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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535090" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,<br>Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,<br>Out of the Ninth-month midnight,<br>Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child <br> leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot,<br>Down from the shower'd halo,<br>Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as <br> if they were alive,<br>Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, <br>From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, <br>From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and<br> fallings I heard,<br>From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as <br> if with tears,<br>From those beginning notes of yearning and love there in <br> the mist,<br>From the thousand responses of my heart never to cease,<br>From the myriad thence-arous'd words,<br>From the word stronger and more delicious than any,<br>From such as now they start the scene revisiting,<br>As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing,<br>Borne hither, ere all eludes me, hurriedly,<br>A man, yet by these tears a little boy again,<br>Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves,<br>I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter,<br>Taking all hints to use them, but swiftly leaping beyond them,<br>A reminiscence sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once Paumanok,<br>When the lilac-scent was in the air and Fifth-month grass <br> was growing,<br>Up this seashore in some briers,<br>Two feather'd guests from Alabama, two together,<br>And their nest, and four light-green eggs spotted with brown,<br>And every day the he-bird to and fro near at hand,<br>And every day the she-bird crouch'd on her nest, silent, with <br> bright eyes,<br>And every day I, a curious boy, never too close, never <br> disturbing them,<br>Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shine! shine! shine!<br>Pour down your warmth, great sun! <br>While we bask, we two together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two together!<br>Winds blow south, or winds blow north,<br>Day come white, or niqht come black,<br>Home, or rivers and mountains from home,<br>Singing all time, minding no time,<br>While we two keep together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till of a sudden,<br>May-be kill'd, unknown to her mate,<br>One forenoon the she-bird crouch'd not on the nest, <br>Nor return'd that afternoon, nor the next, <br>Nor ever appear'd again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thenceforward all summer in the sound of the sea,<br>And at night under the full of the moon in calmer weather,<br>Over the hoarse surging of the sea,<br>Or flitting from brier to brier by day,<br>I saw, I heard at intervals the remaining one, the he-bird,<br>The solitary guest from Alabama.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blow! blow! blow!<br>Blow up sea-winds along Paumanok's shore;<br>I wait and I wait till you blow my mate to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, when the stars glisten'd,<br>All night long on the prong of a moss-scallop'd stake,<br>Down almost amid the slapping waves,<br>Sat the lone singer wonderful causing tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He call'd on his mate,<br>He pour'd forth the meanings which I of all men know.<br>Yes my brother I know,	<br>The rest might not, but I have treasur'd every note,<br>For more than once dimly down to the beach gliding,<br>Silent, avoiding the moonbeams, blending myself with the <br> shadows,<br>Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the sounds<br> and sights after their sorts,<br>The white arms out in the breakers tirelessly tossing, <br>I, with bare feet, a child, the wind wafting my hair, <br>Listen'd long and long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listen'd to keep, to sing, now translating the notes, <br>Following you my brother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soothe! soothe! soothe!<br>Close on its wave soothes the wave behind,	<br>And again another behind embracing and lapping, every one close,<br>But my love soothes not me, not me.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Low hangs the moon, it rose late,<br>It is lagging--O I think it is heavy with love, with love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O madly the sea pushes upon the land, <br>With love, with love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O night! do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers? <br>What is that little black thing I see there in the white?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loud! loud! loud!<br>Loud I call to you, my love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hiqh and clear I shoot my voice over the waves, <br>Surely you must know who is here, is here, <br>You must know who I am, my love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Low-hanging moon!<br>What is that dusky spot in your brown yellow?<br>O it is the shape, the shape of my mate!<br>O moon do not keep her from me any longer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Land! land! O land!<br>Whichever way I turn, 0 I think you could give me my mate <br> back again if you only would,<br>For I am almost sure I see her dimly whichever way I look.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O rising stars!<br>Perhaps the one I want so much will rise, will rise with some of you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O throat! 0 trembling throat! <br>Sound clearer through the atmosphere! <br>Pierce the woods, the earth, <br>Somewhere listening to catch you must be the one I want.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shake out carols!<br>Solitary here, the niqht's carols! <br>Carols of lonesome love! death's carols!<br>Carols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon!<br>O under that moon where she droops almost down into the sea! <br>O reckless despairing carols.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But soft! sink low! <br>Soft! let me just murmur, <br>And do you wait a moment you husky-nois'd sea,<br>For somewhere I believe I heard my mate responding to me,<br>So faint, I must be still, be still to listen, <br>But not altogether still, for then she miqht not come immediately<br> to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hither my love! <br>Here I am! here!<br>With this just-sustain'd note I announce myself to you, <br>This gentle call is for you my love, for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do not be decoy'd elsewhere,<br>That is the whistle of the wind, it is not my voice,<br>That is the fluttering, the fluttering of the spray,<br>Those are the shadows of leaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O darkness! 0 in vain! <br>0 I am very sick and sorrowful.<br>O brown halo in the sky near the moon, drooping upon the sea!<br>O troubled reflection in the sea!	<br>O throat! 0 throbbing heart!<br>And I singing uselessly, uselessly all the niqht.	</div><div style="margin:10px 0">0 past! 0 happy life! 0 songs of joy!<br>In the air, in the woods, over fields,<br>Loved! loved! loved! loved! loved!<br>But my mate no more, no more with me!<br>We two together no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The aria sinking,<br>All else continuing, the stars shining,<br>The winds blowing, the notes of the bird continuous echoing,<br>With angry moans the fierce old mother incessantly moaning,<br>On the sands of Paumanok's shore gray and rustling,<br>The yellow half-moon enlarged, sagging down, drooping, <br> the face of the sea almost touching,<br>The boy ecstatic, with his bare feet the waves, with his hair<br> the atmosphere dallying,<br>The love in the heart long pent, now loose, now at last <br> tumultuously bursting,<br>The aria's meaning, the ears, the soul, swiftly depositing,<br>The strange tears down the cheeks coursing,<br>The colloquy there, the trio, each uttering,<br>The undertone, the savage old mother incessantly crying,<br>To the boy's soul's questions sullenly timing, some drown'd <br> secret hissing,<br>To the outsetting bard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Demon or bird! (said the boy's soul,)<br>Is it indeed toward your mate you sing? or is it really to me?<br>For I, that was a child, my tongue's use sleeping, now I <br> have heard you,<br>Now in a moment I know what I am for, I awake,<br>And already a thousand singers, a thousand songs, clearer,<br> louder and more sorrowful than yours,<br>A thousand warbling echoes have started to life within me,<br> never to die. <br>O you singer solitary, singing by yourself, projecting me, <br>O solitary me listening, never more shall I cease<br> perpetuating you,<br>Never more shall I escape, never more the reverberations, <br>Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me, <br>Never again leave me to be the peaceful child I was before<br> what there in the night,<br>By the sea under the yellow and sagging moon, <br>The messenger there arous'd, the fire, the sweet hell within,<br>The unknown want, the destiny of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O give me the clew! (it lurks in the night here somewhere,) <br>O if I am to have so much, let me have more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A word then, (for I will conquer it,)<br>The word final, superior to all,<br>Subtle, sent up--what is it?--I listen;<br>Are you whispering it, and have been all the time, you sea-<br> waves?<br>Is that it from your liquid rims and wet sands?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whereto answering, the sea, <br>Delaying not, hurrying not, <br>Whisper'd me through the night, and very plainly before<br> daybreak,<br>Lisp'd to me the low and delicious word death, <br>And again death, death, death, death, <br>Hissing melodious, neither like the bird nor like my arous'd<br> child's heart,<br>But edging near as privately for me rustling at my feet, <br>Creeping thence steadily up to my ears and laving me softly<br> all over,<br>Death, death, death, death, death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Which I do not forget, <br>But fuse the song of my dusky demon and brother, <br>That he sang to me in the moonlight on Paumanok's gray<br> beach,<br>With the thousand responsive songs at random, <br>My own songs awaked from that hour,<br>And with them the key, the word up from the waves,<br>The word of the sweetest song and all songs,<br>That strong and delicious word which, creeping to my feet,<br>(Or like some old crone rocking the cradle, swathed in sweet <br> garments, bending aside,)<br>The sea whisper'd me.</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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Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child 
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