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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ancient World</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today the Masons are auctioning <br>their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, <br>gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes <br>labeled inside the collar &quot;Potentate&quot; <br>and &quot;Vizier.&quot; Here their chairs, blazoned <br>with the Masons' sign, huddled <br>like convalescents, lean against one another </div><div style="margin:10px 0">on the grass. In a casket are rhinestoned poles <br>the hierophants carried in parades; <br>here's a splendid golden staff some ranking officer waved, <br>topped with a golden pyramid and a tiny, <br>inquisitive sphinx. No one's worn this stuff <br>for years, and it doesn't seem worth buying; <br>where would we put it? Still, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want that staff. I used to love <br>to go to the library -- the smalltown brick refuge <br>of those with nothing to do, really, <br>'Carnegie' chiseled on the pediment <br>above columns that dwarfed an inconsequential street. <br>Embarrassed to carry the same book past <br>the water fountain's plaster centaurs </div><div style="margin:10px 0">up to the desk again, I'd take <br>The Wonders of the World to the Reading Room <br>where Art and Industry met in the mural <br>on the dome. The room smelled like two decades <br>before I was born, when the name <br>carved over the door meant something. <br>I never read the second section, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Wonders of the Modern World&quot;; <br>I loved the promise of my father's blueprints, <br>the unfulfilled turquoise schemes, <br>but in the real structures <br>you could hardly imagine a future. <br>I wanted the density of history, <br>which I confused with the smell of the book: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Babylon's ziggurat tropical with ferns, <br>engraved watercourses rippling; <br>the Colossus of Rhodes balanced <br>over the harbormouth on his immense ankles. <br>Athena filled one end of the Parthenon, <br>in an &quot;artist's reconstruction&quot;, <br>like an adult in a dollhouse. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Halicarnassus, Mausolus remembered himself <br>immensely, though in the book <br>there wasn't even a sketch, <br>only a picture of huge fragments. <br>In the pyramid's deep clockworks, <br>did the narrow tunnels mount toward <br>the eye of God? That was the year </div><div style="margin:10px 0">photos were beamed back from space; <br>falling asleep I used to repeat a new word <br>to myself, telemetry, liking the way <br>it seemed to allude to something storied. <br>The earth was whorled marble, <br>at that distance. Even the stuck-on porticoes <br>and collonades downtown were narrative, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">somehow, but the buildings my father engineered <br>were without stories. All I wanted <br>was something larger than our ordinary sadness -- <br>greater not in scale but in context, <br>memorable, true to a proportioned, <br>subtle form. Last year I knew a student, <br>a half mad boy who finally opened his arms </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with a razor, not because he wanted to die <br>but because he wanted to design something grand <br>on his own body. Once he said, When a child <br>realizes his parents aren't enough,<br>he turns to architecture. <br>I think I know what he meant. <br>Imagine the Masons parading, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">one of them, in his splendid get-up, <br>striding forward with the golden staff, <br>above his head Cheops' beautiful shape -- <br>a form we cannot separate <br>from the stories about the form, <br>even if we hardly know them, <br>even if it no longer signifies, if it only shines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Doty">Mark Doty</a><div class=q>
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their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, 
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labeled inside the collar &quot;Potentate&quot; 
and &quot;Vizier.&quot; Here their chairs, blazoned 
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