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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539754" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Quarry</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea<br>I met a sacred elephant, snow-white.<br>Upon his back a huge pagoda towered<br>Full of brass gods and food of sacrifice.<br>Upon his forehead sat a golden throne,<br>The massy metal twisted into shapes<br>Grotesque, antediluvian, such as move<br>In myth or have their broken images<br>Sealed in the stony middle of the hills.<br>A peacock spread his thousand dyes to screen<br>The yellow sunlight from the head of one<br>Who sat upon the throne, clad stiff with gems,<br>Heirlooms of dynasties of buried kings,--<br>Himself the likeness of a buried king,<br>With frozen gesture and unfocused eyes.<br>The trappings of the beast were over-scrawled<br>With broideries--sea-shapes and flying things,<br>Fan-trees and dwarfed nodosities of pine,<br>Mixed with old alphabets, and faded lore<br>Fallen from ecstatic mouths before the Flood,<br>Or gathered by the daughters when they walked<br>Eastward in Eden with the Sons of God<br>Whom love and the deep moon made garrulous<br>Between the carven tusks his trunk hung dead;<br>Blind as the eyes of pearl in Buddha's brow<br>His beaded eyes stared thwart upon the road;<br>And feebler than the doting knees of eid,<br>His joints, of size to swing the builder's crane<br>Across the war-walls of the Anakim,<br>Made vain and shaken haste. Good need was his<br>To hasten: panting, foaming, on the slot<br>Came many brutes of prey, their several hates<br>Laid by until the sharing of the spoil.<br>Just as they gathered stomach for the leap,<br>The sun was darkened, and wide-balanced wings<br>Beat downward on the trade-wind from the sea.<br>A wheel of shadow sped along the fields<br>And o'er the dreaming cities. Suddenly<br>My heart misgave me, and I cried aloud,<br>&quot;Alas! What dost thou here? What dost thou here? &quot;<br>The great beasts and the little halted sharp,<br>Eyed the grand circler, doubting his intent.<br>Straightway the wind flawed and he came about,<br>Stooping to take the vanward of the pack;<br>Then turned, between the chasers and the chased,<br>Crying a word I could not understand,--<br>But stiller-tongued, with eyes somewhat askance,<br>They settled to the slot and disappeared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Vaughn+Moody">William Vaughn Moody</a><div class=q>
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I met a sacred elephant, snow-white.
Upon his back a huge pagoda towered
Full of brass gods and food of sacrifice.
Upon his forehead sat a golden throne,
The massy metal twisted into shapes
Grotesque, ..."></div>
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