Internal House

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    Internal House

     The deeds performed below the
    head without noticing the internal
    form.
    Well exposed are lonely lands
    and sun and water help flowers
    grow.
    To feed the world and
    replenish neglected valleys,
    To fling windows open
    and illuminate dark room,
    To find the  gain of a house
    of felt and happy  am I until I
    am awake again.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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