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‘… but knowledge raised the New Babel at the crossroads of science and instead of beating the semantra of freedom for all the worlds of the earth, it joyously sang only for man in the passing away of new power. ‘…’ Only desires and deceits dwell in the palace of gloom, tatters of vanity stream in the wind instead of banners of glory and man still does not know that he has been exiled from his own country. ‘…’ There is the world like grandeur spread out. But the touch was not a touch of beauty, but a darkness which oppressed the flesh of the earth, not for new beauty but for a prison even greater. ‘…’ At the edge of the world hangs that inexorable chasm, which has filled with barren desires and absence of soul. But opposite glimmers the country of the Soul, simple in a glory of peace, within the world and outside of it. …’
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From the poem ‘The Soul of the Beings – Today’, by Ioanna Moutsopoulou Cycle IV: The Soul of the Beings To read the whole poem, please, click here to order the poetry collection ‘Souls of Nature’ (Photograph by Yiannis Zisis) |