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LeopoldBloom 路 M
[quote]until washerwomen
feel the clothes fall asleep in their hands,
and hens scratch their spell across hatchet blades,
and rats walk away from the cultures of the plague,
and iron twists weapons toward the true north,
and grease refuses to slide in the machinery of progress,
[b]and men feel as free on earth as fleas on the bodies of men[/b],
and lovers no longer whisper to the presence beside them in the
dark, O corpse-to-be . . .[/quote]
From [i]The Book of Nightmares[/i] by Galway Kinnell
feel the clothes fall asleep in their hands,
and hens scratch their spell across hatchet blades,
and rats walk away from the cultures of the plague,
and iron twists weapons toward the true north,
and grease refuses to slide in the machinery of progress,
[b]and men feel as free on earth as fleas on the bodies of men[/b],
and lovers no longer whisper to the presence beside them in the
dark, O corpse-to-be . . .[/quote]
From [i]The Book of Nightmares[/i] by Galway Kinnell
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LeopoldBloom 路 M
@bleach It's in a section where he's talking about comforting his daughter after a nightmare woke her up, and he imagines a future world with no greed or violence or fear of death.
Here is the whole thing if you're interested.
http://www.akirarabelais.com/o/thelibraryofbabel/kinnell/bookofnightmares.html
Here is the whole thing if you're interested.
http://www.akirarabelais.com/o/thelibraryofbabel/kinnell/bookofnightmares.html