<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=566002" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nameless, Formless, Shapeless</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nameless, formless, shapeless<br>A fog in the brain<br>A mist in the eyes<br>Yet in the heart what vulcan flames<br>From the interior magma rise and leap! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So poetry is born, my poetry<br>So my lines arise<br>The genealogy of my lines lies in the fog and mist<br>And in the leap-flames in the heart! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By spurts, and then after the spurt<br>An interval of dejection<br>Fog and mist and blank<br>And then of sudden<br>The light shines at the end of a tunnel<br>The heart-pump leaps<br>Fanned by the bellows of the interior magma<br>That rises and leaps, that pumps and leaps! <br> <br>So the flower unwinds itself<br>From its night-cover: <br>When the dews and the cold drops<br>Of the oncoming night its veins will freeze<br>And fast its leaves and petals curl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the flower arises from the seed<br>So the flower arises on its stem<br>So the stem arises through the soil</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fog and mist and blank<br>And a heart that bellows<br>And fans its pump<br>When numbed and frozen seems<br>The blue petal of day at touch of dusk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emmanuel+George+Cefai">Emmanuel George Cefai</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=566002" data-title="Nameless, Formless, Shapeless de Emmanuel George Cefai" data-description="Nameless, formless, shapeless A fog in the brain A mist in the eyes Yet in the heart what vulcan flames From the interior magma rise and leap! So poetry is born, my poetry So my lines arise The genealogy of my lines lies in the fog and mist And ..."></div> </div> </div>

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