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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537307" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Winding Stair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair;<br> Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,<br> Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,<br> Upon the breathless starlit air,<br> 'Upon the star that marks the hidden pole;<br> Fix every wandering thought upon<br> That quarter where all thought is done:<br> Who can distinguish darkness from the soul </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Self. The consecretes blade upon my knees<br> Is Sato's ancient blade, still as it was,<br> Still razor-keen, still like a looking-glass<br> Unspotted by the centuries;<br> That flowering, silken, old embroidery, torn<br> From some court-lady's dress and round<br> The wodden scabbard bound and wound<br> Can, tattered, still protect, faded adorn </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Soul. Why should the imagination of a man<br> Long past his prime remember things that are<br> Emblematical of love and war?<br> Think of ancestral night that can,<br> If but imagination scorn the earth<br> And intellect is wandering<br> To this and that and t'other thing,<br> Deliver from the crime of death and birth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Self. Montashigi, third of his family, fashioned it<br> Five hundred years ago, about it lie<br> Flowers from I know not what embroidery -<br> Heart's purple - and all these I set<br> For emblems of the day against the tower<br> Emblematical of the night,<br> And claim as by a soldier's right<br> A charter to commit the crime once more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Soul. Such fullness in that quarter overflows<br> And falls into the basin of the mind<br> That man is stricken deaf and dumb and blind,<br> For intellect no longer knows<br> Is from the Ought, or knower from the Known -<br> That is to say, ascends to Heaven;<br> Only the dead can be forgiven;<br> But when I think of that my tongue's a stone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Self. A living man is blind and drinks his drop.<br> What matter if the ditches are impure?<br> What matter if I live it all once more?<br> Endure that toil of growing up;<br> The ignominy of boyhood; the distress<br> Of boyhood changing into man;<br> The unfinished man and his pain<br> Brought face to face with his own clumsiness; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The finished man among his enemies? -<br> How in the name of Heaven can he escape<br> That defiling and disfigured shape<br> The mirror of malicious eyes<br> Casts upon his eyes until at last<br> He thinks that shape must be his shape?<br> And what's the good of an escape<br> If honour find him in the wintry blast? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I am content to live it all again<br> And yet again, if it be life to pitch<br> Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch,<br> A blind man battering blind men;<br> Or into that most fecund ditch of all,<br> The folly that man does<br> Or must suffer, if he woos<br> A proud woman not kindred of his soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I am content to follow to its source<br> Every event in action or in thought;<br> Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!<br> When such as I cast out remorse<br> So great a sweetness flows into the breast<br> We must laugh and we must sing,<br> We are blest by everything,<br> Everything we look upon is blest.</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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 Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
 Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
 Upon the breathless starlit air,
 'Upon the star that marks the hidden pole;
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