美并不是一种需求，而是一种狂喜。她不是干渴的嘴唇，也不是伸出的空手，而是一颗滚烫的心，一个愉悦的灵魂。她不是你们想看到的样子，也不是你们想听到的乐曲，而是你们虽闭上眼睛也能看到的样子，虽掩住耳朵也能听到的旋律。 And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and shall you find her unlessshe herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver ofyour speech?
The aggrieved and injured say, “Beauty is kind andgentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walksamong us.”
And the passionate say, “Nay, beauty is a thing of might anddread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the skyabove us.”
The tired and the weary say, “Beauty is of soft whisperings.She speaks in our spirit. Her voice yields to our silences like afaint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.”
But the restless say, “We have heard her shouting among themountains.
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beatingof wings and the roaring of lions.”
At night the watchmen of the city say, “Beauty shall risewith the dawn from the east.” And at noontide the toilers and thewayfarers say, “We have seen her leaning over the earth from thewindows of the sunset.”
In winter say the snow-bound, “She shall come with thespring leaping upon the hill.”
And in the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen herdancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in herhair.”
All these things have you said of beauty.
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needsunsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretchedforth.
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you wouldhear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and asong you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wingattached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angelsfor ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils herholy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
