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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459835" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The lake of metaphor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459835" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and perhaps I came to poetry too late<br>to dive, a slimmish youth, <br>innocent as youth was or is<br>into the rich waters of the lake of metaphor<br>fed distantly by mountain springs, <br>welcoming in its wateriness, <br>chilling too like a demand for respect, <br>welcoming and chilling as a life; <br>a few strokes and already the green bank<br>and pile of crumpled clothes discarded<br>quickly distant, and here<br>in the middle of the lake, the sky<br>has opened out as if it were<br>some rival to a mountain-top</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459835" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and the hands press against <br>the resistances of language, the palms<br>flat as between praise and surrender, <br>cleaving a passage to the depth<br>and then the shore of metaphor; and<br>emerging, the sunlight<br>catching the sparkling water droplets, <br>the skin shivering but invigorated, <br>the mind full of life<br>like a poem rich in metaphor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459835" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Older now, <br>waiting as in the paintings of Saint Jerome<br>at his desk walled in by books, <br>pen poised, eyes uplifted, <br>spirit, rich, yet<br>mind not full, but waiting<br>for the grace of metaphor<br>like the brushing of a white dove's wing</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=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>