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1 " ByzantiumThe unpurged images of day recede;The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed;Night resonance recedes, night-walkers' songAfter great cathedral gong;A starlit or a moonlit dome disdainsAll that man is,All mere complexities,The fury and the mire of human veins.Before me floats an image, man or shade,Shade more than man, more image than a shade;For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-clothMay unwind the winding path;A mouth that has no moisture and no breathBreathless mouths may summon;I hail the superhuman;I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.Miracle, bird or golden handiwork,More miracle than bird or handiwork,Planted on the starlit golden bough,Can like the cocks of Hades crow,Or, by the moon embittered, scorn aloudIn glory of changeless metalCommon bird or petalAnd all complexities of mire or blood.At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flitFlames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit,Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame,Where blood-begotten spirits comeAnd all complexities of fury leave,Dying into a dance,An agony of trance,An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve.Astraddle on the dolphin's mire and blood,Spirit after spirit! The smithies break the flood,The golden smithies of the Emperor!Marbles of the dancing floorBreak bitter furies of complexity,Those images that yetFresh images beget,That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea. "
― W.B. Yeats , Selected Poems
2 " There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,And evening full of the linnet's wings. "
3 " Before us lies eternity; our souls Are love, and a continual farewell. "
4 " The MagiNow as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied onesAppear and disappear in the blue depths of the skyWith all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied,The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. "
5 " فنحن متعبو القلب مثل ذلك القمر المجهد الأجوف "
6 " أية فكرة جميلة إذ ظنناأن أسوأ الأشرار والأوغاد قد انتهوا "
7 " الإنسان عاشق، يعشق ما يتلاشىفأي شيء بعد نقول؟ "
8 " Bodily decrepitude is wisdom "