mmmm....interesting sentiments there...
maybe one or two of them best understood
out of the corner of one's eye.
Betcha don't know two poems about
"Clods"?
I thought not. Sometimes "It takes a thief...
[THE CLOD]]
I picked up a clod.
"You may yet be a man" I said. "Dream on.
Are you not glad? Do you not tremble?"
But dully it looked at me.
I could swear I heard a sigh of relief.
There was no ecstasy or joy.
"I have been a man" the clod said.
~Edwin Curran
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THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE
"Love seeketh not Itself to please,
"Nor for herself hath any care,
"But for another gives its ease,
"And builds a Heaven in Hell's dispair."
So sung a little Clod of Clay
Trodden with cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:
"Love seeketh only self to please,
"to bind another for it's delight,
"Joys in another's loss of ease,
"And builds a hell in Heaven's despite."
William Blake
