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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Smoke-Rings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">BOY </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Most venerable and learned sir, <br>Tall and true Philosopher, <br>These rings of smoke you blow all day <br>With such deep thought, what sense have they? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">PHILOSOPHER </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507140" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Small friend, with prayer and meditation <br>I make an image of Creation. <br>And if your mind is working nimble <br>Straightway you’ll recognize a symbol <br>Of the endless and eternal ring <br>Of God, who girdles everything— <br>God, who in His own form and plan <br>Moulds the fugitive life of man. <br>These vaporous toys you watch me make, <br>That shoot ahead, pause, turn and break— <br>Some glide far out like sailing ships,<br>Some weak ones fail me at my lips. <br>He who ringed His awe in smoke, <br>When He led forth His captive folk, <br>In like manner, East, West, North, and South, <br>Blows us ring-wise from His mouth.</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=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a></strong></div>