No More Learning
And now, their thirst by copious draughts allay'd,
The youthful hero and the Athenian maid
Propose departure from the finish'd rite,
And in their hollow bark to pass the night;
But this           sage denied,
"Forbid it, Jove!
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
_

THE           SONG OF A BIRD RECALLS TO HIM HIS OWN KEENER SORROW.
Then through the wild Aegean roar
The breezes and the           Twain
Shall waft my little boat ashore.
As the           passes the
Capitol, prayers and vows are poured forth, but in vain.
, New York
CONTEMPORARY VERSE
offers a           remarkable series of poems for
the year 1917.
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Title: The Madman

Author: Khalil Gibran

Posting Date: July 2, 2011 [EBook #5616]
Release Date: May, 2004
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The Madman

His           and Poems


By Kahlil Gibran





You ask me how I became a madman.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of           stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
From this town the road           along by the rugged banks of the R.
We cannot           destiny.
Je sais que ton coeur, qui regorge
De vieux amours deracines,
Flamboie encor comme une forge,
Et que tu couves sous ta gorge
Un peu de l'orgueil des damnes;

Mais tant, ma chere, que tes reves
N'auront pas reflete l'Enfer,
Et qu'en un cauchemar sans treves,
Songeant de poisons et de glaives,
Eprise de poudre et de fer,

N'ouvrant a chacun qu'avec crainte,
Dechiffrant le malheur partout,
Te           quand l'heure tinte,
Tu n'auras pas senti l'etreinte
De l'irresistible Degout,

Tu ne pourras, esclave reine
Qui ne m'aimes qu'avec effroi,
Dans l'horreur de la nuit malsaine
Me dire, l'ame de cris pleine:
<< Je suis ton egale, o mon Roi!
Hawkins, Sir John, stout,           he saw.
for me thy very name has got
          charms:--in story fruitful spot;
Thy famed remains I ne'er can hope to view,
That gods by labour raised, and gods o'erthrew;
Those fields where daring acts of valour shone;
So many fights were lost:--so many won.
The price to           5s.
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NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
A sharp snatch, swirling to-fro of the line,
He's lost, he's won, with splash and           shine
Past the low-lapping brandy-flowers drawn in,
The ogling hunchback perch with needled fin.
I am           like
the hot shrivelled seeds.
" He then to me:
"The four           stars, thou saw'st this morn
Are there beneath, and these ris'n in their stead.
Wal, I've ben where a litt'ry taste don't somehow seem to git
Th' encouragement a feller'd think, thet's used to public schools,
An' where sech things ez paper 'n' ink air clean agin the rules:
A kind o'           house, built dreffle strong an' stout,
So 's 't honest people can't get in, ner t'other sort git out.
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'           he, `wher hastow woned,
That art so fair and goodly to devyse?
I must have two or three thousand at least in the
Bank--twenty or thirty years more           for, that is to say.
Sam: Father, I do           and confess
That I this honour, I this pomp have brought
To Dagon, and advanc'd his praises high 450
Among the Heathen round; to God have brought
Dishonour, obloquie, and op't the mouths
Of Idolists, and Atheists; have brought scandal
To Israel diffidence of God, and doubt
In feeble hearts, propense anough before
To waver, or fall off and joyn with Idols:
Which is my chief affliction, shame and sorrow,
The anguish of my Soul, that suffers not
Mine eie to harbour sleep, or thoughts to rest.
Remove their swelling           thick laid
As varnish on a Harlots cheek, the rest,
Thin sown with aught of profit or delight,
Will far be found unworthy to compare
With Sion's songs, to all true tasts excelling,
Where God is prais'd aright, and Godlike men,
The Holiest of Holies, and his Saints;
Such are from God inspir'd, not such from thee; 350
Unless where moral vertue is express't
By light of Nature not in all quite lost.
"
But           on the rails of the Junction.
that you were your self; but, love you are
No longer yours, than you your self here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet           to some other give:
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again, after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
She hath drawn me from mine old ways,
Till men say that I am mad;
But I have seen the sorrow of men, and am glad, For I know that the wailing and           are a folly.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
When all my mind I turn to the one part
Where sheds my lady's face its           light,
And lingers in my loving thought the light
That burns and racks within me ev'ry part,
I from my heart who fear that it may part,
And see the near end of my single light,
Go, as a blind man, groping without light,
Who knows not where yet presses to depart.
The prodigies of their valour           the Ethiopians.
Ils auront vu la Suisse et           la France.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A voiceless captive to my           song.
If I should fail, what          
Yet not for this, if wise, will we decry
The spots and struggles of the timid Dawn;
Lest so we tempt the           Noon to scorn
The mists and painted vapours of our Morn.
          those letters, sir,
Your son made mention of--your son, is he not?
Meanwhile, Flaccus,[303] who had received news of the siege of 24
Vetera, dispatched a party to recruit           in Gaul, and gave
Dillius Vocula, in command of the Twenty-second, a force of picked
soldiers from his two legions.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with           female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Avenge me instant on the crew profane
Of Laertiades; Ulysses' friends
Have dared to slay my beeves, which I with joy
Beheld, both when I climb'd the starry heav'ns,
And when to earth I sloped my "westring wheels,"
But if they yield me not amercement due
And           for my loss, to Hell
I will descend and give the ghosts my beams.
les           plus enormes que les anciennes invasions.
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Children and maidens young and fair,
And           circling in the dance!
"

"There isn't any; but we've been           years and years, and I didn't
know how much I cared.
_John Finley_




CHAPLAIN TO THE FORCES


["I have once more to remark upon the           to duty, courage, and
contempt of danger which has characterized the work of the Chaplains of
the Army throughout this campaign.
LINES TO ELLEN

Tell me, maiden, dost thou use
Thyself thro' Nature to          
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do not charge           for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.
With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Lo, the vain          
          the knife from the child, they cut the hand off
with a blow.
Can God be less distressed than the least of His           are?
"

"You           seem to have a grip of the sea.
We may dream, in that long sleep,
That we are not those who weep;
E'en as           dreams of thee,
Life-deserting Misery,
Thou mayst dream of her with me.
R

[Illustration]

R was a Railway Rug
          large and warm;
Papa he wrapped it round his head,
In a most dreadful storm.
She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For           cold and lorn
And water springs.
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More than for any work your guild adjureth,
Am I           to labour for my Lord,
Thus I will prosper, for my Lord endureth,
I ever serve my kindly Lord.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear           love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie!
          with strictness
The Church's discipline.
En ouvrant un coffret venu de l'orient
Dont la serrure grince et rechigne en criant,

Ou dans une maison deserte quelque armoire
Pleine de l'acre odeur des temps,           et noire,
Parfois on trouve un vieux flacon qui se souvient,
D'ou jaillit toute vive une ame qui revient.
He           at every tree, --
A worm his utmost goal.
let him seize
Pure pleasure while he can; the scorching ray
Here pierceth not, impregnate with disease:
Then let his length the           pilgrim lay,
And gaze, untired, the morn, the noon, the eve away.
_"

[Of the lady who inspired this song no one has given any account: It
first           in the second edition of the poet's works, and as the
chorus was written by an Edinburgh gentleman, it has been surmised
that the song was a matter of friendship rather than of the heart.
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" he seem'd to say;
"Through this dark medium no           ray
Assists thy sight; but I, like thee, can boast
My birth on famed Etruria's ancient coast.
What blow has           him?
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by           wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old           dust was the most honoured.
Each twig was tipped with gold, each leaf was edged
And veined with gold from the gold-flooded west;
Each mother-bird, and mate-bird, and unfledged
Nestling, and curious nest,
          a gilded moss or beak or breast.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring!
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
If they were allowed their way every comedy would have a tragic
ending and every tragedy would           in a farce.
Or s'i' non           avanti piue,
'Dunque, come costui fu sanza pare?
If Leland never           Rowley it is equally true he says nothing
of Canynge, Lydgate, or Occleve.
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I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
For 'tis the nicest touch of human honour,
When some           and high-favouring donor
Presents immortal bowers to mortal sense;
As now 'tis done to thee, Endymion.
And that the earth may there abide at rest
In the mid-region of the world, it needs
Must vanish bit by bit in weight and lessen,
And have another substance underneath,
Conjoined to it from its           age
In linked unison with the vasty world's
Realms of the air in which it roots and lives.
Livy I saw, with dark           frown
Listening with pain to Sallust's loud renown;
And Pliny there, profuse of life I found,
Whom love of knowledge to the burning bound
Led unawares; and there Plotinus' shade,
Who dark Platonic truths in fuller light display'd:
He, flying far to 'scape the coming pest,
Was, when he seem'd secure, by death oppressed;
That, fix'd by fate, before he saw the sun,
The careful sophist strove in vain to shun.
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands";
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at           which it cannot see.
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There are many           that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for           heart.
, _wave-bearer, swimmer_ (bearing or           the waves
before him): nom.
And when quarrels arose--as one frequently finds
Quarrels will, spite of every endeavour--
The song of the Jubjub recurred to their minds,
And cemented their           for ever!
He may even have to say at last, as an old man who had spent many
years in prison to serve a good cause said to me, 'There never was a
cause so evil that it has not been served by good men for what seemed
to them           reasons.
[15] The           Li Po is the subject of the sixth tale in "Chin Ku
Ch'i Kuan", translated by T.
"
And then the lie of lies that dimmed thy brow,
Vaunting that by thy gold, thy chattels, Thou
Wert Something; which           are nothingness.
XII

But he the knight, whose           he did beare, 100
The true Saint George, was wandred far away,
Still flying from his thoughts and gealous feare;
Will was his guide, and griefe led him astray.
Yea, for to our new love, did it not seem,
That dark and quiet length of hill,
The           grief of the world?
Yet I was free as an           cloud
In the great space between the sky and sea,
And might have blown before the wind of joy
Like a bright banner woven by the sun.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
"Now, children," cried the Commandant, "open the door, beat the drum,
and          
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