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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537042" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blood And The Moon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BLESSED be this place,<br>More blessed still this tower;<br>A bloody, arrogant power<br>Rose out of the race<br>Uttering, mastering it,<br>Rose like these walls from these<br>Storm-beaten cottages --<br>In mockery I have set<br>A powerful emblem up,<br>And sing it rhyme upon rhyme<br>In mockery of a time<br>HaIf dead at the top.<br>Alexandria's was a beacon tower, and Babylon's<br>An image of the moving heavens, a log-book of the<br>sun's journey and the moon's;<br>And Shelley had his towers, thought's crowned powers<br>he called them once.<br>I declare this tower is my symbol; I declare<br>This winding, gyring, spiring treadmill of a stair is my<br>ancestral stair;<br>That Goldsmith and the Dean, Berkeley and Burke<br>have travelled there.<br>Swift beating on his breast in sibylline frenzy blind<br>Because the heart in his blood-sodden breast had<br>dragged him down into mankind,<br>Goldsmith deliberately sipping at the honey-pot of his<br>mind,<br>And haughtier-headed Burke that proved the State a<br>tree,<br>That this unconquerable labyrinth of the birds, cen-<br>tury after century,<br>Cast but dead leaves to mathematical equality;<br>And God-appointed Berkeley that proved all things a<br>dream,<br>That this pragmatical, preposterous pig of a world, its<br>farrow that so solid seem,<br>Must vanish on the instant if the mind but change its<br>theme;<br>i{Saeva Indignatio} and the labourer's hire,<br>The strength that gives our blood and state magnani-<br>mity of its own desire;<br>Everything that is not God consumed with intellectual<br>fire.<br>III<br>The purity of the unclouded moon<br>Has flung its atrowy shaft upon the floor.<br>Seven centuries have passed and it is pure,<br>The blood of innocence has left no stain.<br>There, on blood-saturated ground, have stood<br>Soldier, assassin, executioner.<br>Whether for daily pittance or in blind fear<br>Or out of abstract hatred, and shed blood,<br>But could not cast a single jet thereon.<br>Odour of blood on the ancestral stair!<br>And we that have shed none must gather there<br>And clamour in drunken frenzy for the moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV<br>Upon the dusty, glittering windows cling,<br>And seem to cling upon the moonlit skies,<br>Tortoiseshell butterflies, peacock butterflies,<br>A couple of night-moths are on the wing.<br>Is every modern nation like the tower,<br>Half dead at the top? No matter what I said,<br>For wisdom is the property of the dead,<br>A something incompatible with life; and power,<br>Like everything that has the stain of blood,<br>A property of the living; but no stain<br>Can come upon the visage of the moon<br>When it has looked in glory from a cloud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Butler+Yeats">William Butler Yeats</a><div class=q>
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More blessed still this tower;
A bloody, arrogant power
Rose out of the race
Uttering, mastering it,
Rose like these walls from these
Storm-beaten cottages --
In mockery I have set
A powerful emblem up,
And sing it rhyme upo..."></div>
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