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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eclogue Of The Shepherd And The Townie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">SHEPHERD </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Not the blue-fountained Florida hotel, <br>Bell-capped, bellevued, straight-jacketed and decked <br>With chromium palms and a fromage of moon, <br>Not goodnight chocolates, nor the soothing slide <br>Of huîtres and sentinel straight-up martinis, <br>Neither the yacht heraldic nor the stretch <br>Limos and pants, Swiss banks or Alpine stocks <br>Shall solace you, or quiet the long pain <br>Of cold ancestral disinheritance, <br>Severing your friendly commerce with the beasts, <br>Gone, lapsed, and cancelled, rendered obsolete <br>As the gonfalon of Bessarabia, <br>The shawm, the jitney, the equestrian order, <br>The dark daguerreotypes of Paradise. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">TOWNIE </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>No humble folding cot, no steaming sty <br>Or sheep-dipped meadow now shall dignify <br>Your brute and sordid commerce with the beasts, <br>Scotch your flea-bitten bitterness or down <br>The voice that keeps repeating, “Up your Ars <br>Poetica, your earliest diapered dream <br>Of the long-gone Odd Fellows amity <br>Of bunny and scorpion, the entente cordiale <br>Of lamb and lion, the old nursery fraud <br>And droll Aesopic zoo in which the chatter <br>Of chimp and chaffinch, manticore and mouse, <br>Diverts us from all thought of entrecôtes, <br>Prime ribs and rashers, filets mignonnettes, <br>Provided for the paired pythons and jackals, <br>Off to their catered second honeymoons <br>On Noah’s forty-day excursion cruise.” </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">SHEPHERD </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Call it. if this should please you, but a dream, <br>A bald, long-standing lie and mockery, <br>Yet it deserves better than your contempt. <br>Think also of that interstellar darkness, <br>Silence and desolation from which the Tempter, <br>Like a space capsule exiled into orbit, <br>Looks down on our green cabinet of peace, <br>A place classless and weaponless, without <br>Envy or fossil fuel or architecture. <br>Think of him as at dawn he views a snail <br>Traveling with blind caution up the spine <br>Of a frond asway with its little inching weight <br>In windless nods that deepen with assent <br>Till the ambler at last comes back to earth, <br>Leaving his route, as on the boughs of heaven, <br>Traced with a silver scrawl. The morning mist <br>Haunts all about that action till the sun <br>Makes of it a small glory, and the dew <br>Holds the whole scale of rainbow, the accord <br>Of stars and waters, luminously viewed <br>At the same time by water-walking spiders <br>That dimple a surface with their passages. <br>In the lewd Viennese catalogue of dreams <br>It’s one of the few to speak of without shame. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">TOWNIE </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=346184" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>It is the dream of a shepherd king or child, <br>And is without all blemish except one: <br>That it supposes all virtue to stem <br>From pure simplicity. But many cures <br>Of body and of spirit are the fruit <br>Of cultivated thought. Kindness itself <br>Depends on what we call consideration. <br>Your fear of corruption is a fear of thought, <br>Therefore you would be thoughtless. Think again. <br>Consider the perfect hexagrams of snow, <br>Those broadcast emblems of divinity, <br>That prove in their unduplicable shapes <br>Insights of Thales and Pythagoras. <br>If you must dream, dream of the ratio <br>Of Nine to Six to Four Palladio used <br>To shape those rooms and chapels where the soul <br>Imagines itself blessed, and finds its peace <br>Even in chambers of the Malcontenta, <br>Those just proportions we hypostatize <br>Not as flat prairies but the City of God.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anthony+Evan+Hecht">Anthony Evan Hecht</a></strong></div>