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AND a poet
said, Speak to us of Beauty.
And he answered:
Where shall
you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your
way and your guide? And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver
of your speech?
The aggrieved
and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle. "Like a young
mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us." And the passionate
say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread. "Like the tempest
she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."
The tired
and the weary say, "Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in
our spirit. "Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light
that quivers in fear of the shadow." But the restless say, "We
have heard her shouting among the mountains,
"And
with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the
roaring of lions."
At night
the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from
the east." And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "We
have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."
In winter
say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon
the hills." And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have
seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in
her hair." All these things have you said of beauty, Yet in truth
you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, And beauty is not a need
but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched
forth, But rather a heart inflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not
the image you would see nor the song you would hear, But rather an image
you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut
your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached
to a claw, But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels
for ever in flight.
People of
Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are
life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
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