沙与沫_纪伯伦-第6章

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the　gifted　were　once　proud　in　serving　princes。

now　they　claim　honour　in　serving　paupers。

the　angels　know　that　too　many　practical　men　eat　their　bread　with　the　sweat　of　the　dreamers　brow。

wit　is　often　a　mask。　if　you　could　tear　it　you　would　find　either　a　genius　irritated　or　cleverness　juggling。

the　understanding　attributes　to　me　understanding　and　the　dull；　dullness。　i　think　they　are　both　right。

only　those　with　secrets　in　their　hearts　could　divine　the　secrets　in　our　hearts。

he　who　would　share　your　pleasure　but　not　your　pain　shall　lose　the　key　to　one　of　the　seven　gates　of　paradise。

ww　w　。　xia　oshu　otxt　m



SAND　AND　FOAM（third　part）

～小＜说t　xt＋＋天＞堂
sand　and　foam（third　part）

yes；　there　is　a　nirvana；　it　is　in　leading　your　sheep　to　a　green　pasture；　and　in　putting　your　child　to　sleep；　and　in　writing　the　last　line　of　your　poem。

we　choose　our　joys　and　our　sorrows　long　before　we　experience　them。

sadness　is　but　a　wall　between　two　gardens。

when　either　your　joy　or　your　sorrow　bees　great　the　world　bees　small。

desire　is　half　of　life；　indifference　is　half　of　death。

the　bitterest　thing　in　our　todays　sorrow　is　the　memory　of　our　yesterdays　joy。

they　say　to　me；　〃you　must　needs　choose　between　the　pleasures　of　this　world　and　the　peace　of　the　next　world。〃

and　i　say　to　them；　〃i　have　chosen　both　the　delights　of　this　world　and　the　peace　of　the　next。　for　i　know　in　my　heart　that　the　supreme　poet　wrote　but　one　poem；　and　it　scans　perfectly；　and　it　also　rhymes　perfectly。〃

faith　is　an　oasis　in　the　heart　which　will　never　be　reached　by　the　caravan　of　thinking。

when　you　reach　your　height　you　shall　desire　but　only　for　desire；　and　you　shall　hunger；　for　hunger；　and　you　shall　thirst　for　greater　thirst。

if　you　reveal　your　secrets　to　the　wind　you　should　not　blame　the　wind　for　revealing　them　to　the　trees。

the　flowers　of　spring　are　winters　dreams　related　at　the　breakfast　table　of　the　angels。

said　a　skunk　to　a　tube…rose；　〃see　how　swiftly　i　run；　while　you　cannot　walk　nor　even　creep。〃

said　the　tube…rose　to　the　skunk；　〃oh；　most　noble　swift　runner；　please　run　swiftly！〃

turtles　can　tell　more　about　roads　than　hares。

strange　that　creatures　without　backbones　have　the　hardest　shells。

the　most　talkative　is　the　least　intelligent；　and　there　is　hardly　a　difference　between　an　orator　and　an　auctioneer。

be　grateful　that　you　do　not　have　to　live　down　the　renown　of　a　father　nor　the　wealth　of　an　uncle。

but　above　all　be　grateful　that　no　one　will　have　to　live　down　either　your　renown　or　your　wealth。

only　when　a　juggler　misses　catching　his　ball　does　he　appeal　to　me。

the　envious　praises　me　unknowingly。

long　were　you　a　dream　in　your　mothers　sleep；　and　then　she　woke　to　give　you　birth。

the　germ　of　the　race　is　in　your　mothers　longing。

my　father　and　mother　desired　a　child　and　they　begot　me。

and　i　wanted　a　mother　and　a　father　and　i　begot　night　and　the　sea。

some　of　our　children　are　our　justifications　and　some　are　but　our　regrets。

when　night　es　and　you　too　are　dark；　lie　down　and　be　dark　with　a　will。

and　when　morning　es　and　you　are　still　dark　stand　up　and　say　to　the　day　with　a　will；　〃i　am　still　dark。〃

it　is　stupid　to　play　a　role　with　the　night　and　the　day。

they　would　both　laugh　at　you。

the　mountain　veiled　in　mist　is　not　a　hill；　an　oak　tree　in　the　rain　is　not　a　weeping　willow。

behold　here　is　a　paradox；　the　deep　and　high　are　nearer　to　one　another　than　the　mid…level　to　either。

when　i　stood　a　clear　mirror　before　you；　you　gazed　into　me　and　saw　your　image。

then　you　said；　〃i　love　you。〃

but　in　truth　you　loved　yourself　in　me。

when　you　enjoy　loving　your　neighbour　it　ceases　to　be　a　virtue。

love　which　is　not　always　springing　is　always　dying。

you　cannot　have　youth　and　the　knowledge　of　it　at　the　same　time；

for　youth　is　too　busy　living　to　know；　and　knowledge　is　too　busy　seeking　itself　to　live。　you　may　sit　at　your　window　watching　the　passers…by。　and　watching　you　may　see　a　nun　walking　toward　your　right　hand；　and　a　prostitute　toward　your　left　hand。

and　you　may　say　in　your　innocence；　〃how　noble　is　the　one　and　how　ignoble　is　the　other。〃

but　should　you　close　your　eyes　and　listen　awhile　you　would　hear　a　voice　whispering　in　the　ether；　〃one　seeks　me　in　prayer；　and　the　other　in　pain。　and　in　the　spirit　of　each　there　is　a　bower　for　my　spirit。〃

once　every　hundred　years　jesus　of　nazareth　meets　jesus　of　the　christian　in　a　garden　among　the　hills　of　lebanon。　and　they　talk　long；　and　each　time　jesus　of　nazareth　goes　away　saying　to　jesus　of　the　christian；　〃my　friend；　i　fear　we　shall　never；　never　agree。〃

may　god　feed　the　over…abundant！

a　great　man　has　two　hearts；　one　bleeds　and　the　other　forbears。

should　one　tell　a　lie　which　does　not　hurt　you　nor　anyone　else；　why　not　say　in　your　heart　that　the　house　of　his　facts　is　too　small　for　his　fancies；　and　he　had　to　leave　it　for　larger　space？

behind　every　closed　door　is　a　mystery　sealed　with　seven　seals。

waiting　is　the　hoofs　of　time。

what　if　trouble　should　be　a　new　window　in　the　eastern　wall　of　your　house？

you　may　forget　the　one　with　whom　you　have　laughed；　but　never　the　one　with　whom　you　have　wept。

there　must　be　something　strangely　sacred　in　salt。　it　is　in　our　tears　and　in　the　sea。

our　god　in　his　gracious　thirst　will　drink　us　all；　the　dewdrop　and　the　tear。

you　are　but　a　fragment　of　your　giant　self；　a　mouth　that　seeks　bread；　and　a　blind　hand　that　holds　the　cup　for　a　thirsty　mouth。

if　you　would　rise　but　a　cubit　above　race　and　country　and　self　you　would　indeed　bee　godlike。

if　i　were　you　i　would　not　find　fault　with　the　sea　at　low　tide。

it　is　a　good　ship　and　our　captain　is　able；　it　is　only　your　stomach　that　is　in　disorder。

should　you　sit　upon　a　cloud　you　would　not　see　the　boundary　line　between　one　country　and　another；　nor　the　boundary　stone　between　a　farm　and　a　farm。

it　is　a　pity　you　cannot　sit　upon　a　cloud。

seven　centuries　ago　seven　white　doves　rose　from　a　deep　valley　flying　to　the　snow…white　summit　of　the　mountain。　one　of　the　seven　men　who　watched　the　flight　said；　〃i　see　a　black　spot　on　the　wing　of　the　seventh　dove。〃

today　the　people　in　that　valley　tell　of　seven　black　doves　who　flew　to　the　summit　of　the　snowy　mountain。

in　the　autumn　i　gathered　all　my　sorrows　and　buried　them　in　my　garden。

and　when　april　returned　and　spring　came　to　wed　the　earth；　there　grew　in　my　garden　beautiful　flowers　unlike　all　other　flowers。

and　my　neighbours　came　to　behold　them；　and　they　all　said　to　me；　〃when　autumn　es　again；　at　seeding　time；　will　you　not　give　us　of　the　seeds　of　these　flowers　that　we　may　have　them　in　our　gardens？〃

it　is　indeed　misery　if　i　stretch　an　empty　hand　to　men　and　receive　nothing；　but　it　is　hopelessness　if　i　stretch　a　full　hand　and　find　none　to　receive。

i　long　for　eternity　because　there　i　shall　meet　my　unwritten　poems　and　my　unpainted　pictures。

art　is　a　step　from　nature　toward　the　infinite。

a　work　of　art　is　a　mist　carved　into　an　image。

even　the　hands　that　make　crowns　of　thorns　are　better　than　idle　hands。

our　most　sacred　tears　never　seek　our　eyes。

every　man　is　the　descendant　of　every　king　and　every　slave　that　ever　lived。

if　the　great…grandfather　of　jesus　had　known　what　was　hidden　within　him；　would　he　not　have　stood　in　awe　of　himself？

was　the　love　of　judas　mother　of　her　son　less　than　the　love　of　mary　for　jesus？

there　are　three　miracles　of　our　brother　jesus　not　yet　recorded　in　the　book：　the　first　that　he　was　a　man　like　you　and　me；　the　second　that　he　had　a　sense　of　humour；　and　the　third　that　he　knew　he　was　a　conqueror　though　conquered。

crucified　one；　you　are　crucified　upon　my　heart；　and　the　nails　that　pierce　your　hands　pierce　the　walls　of　my　heart。

and　tomorrow　when　a　stranger　passes　by　this　golgotha　he　will　not　know　that　two　bled　here。

he　will　deem　it　the　blood　of　one　man。

you　may　have　heard　of　the　blessed　mountain。

it　is　the　highest　mountain　in　our　world。

should　you　reach　the　summit　you　would　have　only　one　desire；　and　that　to　descend　and　be　with　those　who　dwell　in　the　deepest　valley。

that　is　why　it　is　called　the　blessed　mountain。

every　thought　i　have　imprisoned　in　expression　i　must　free　by　my　deeds。

w　w　w。　xiao　shuotxt。　co　m

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