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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410442" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Learning by Doing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They're taking down a tree at the front door,<br>The power saw is snarling at some nerves,<br>Whining at others. Now and then it grunts,<br>And sawdust falls like snow or a drift of seeds.<br>Rotten, they tell us, at the fork, and one<br>Big wind would bring it down. So what they do<br>They do, as usual, to do us good.<br>Whatever cannot carry its own weight <br>Has got to go, and so on; you expect<br>To hear them talking next about survival<br>And the values of a free society.<br>For in the explanations people give<br>On these occasions there is generally some<br>Mean-spirited moral point, and everyone<br>Privately wonders if his neighbors plan<br>To saw him up before he falls on them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maybe a hundred years in sun and shower<br>Dismantled in a morning and let down<br>Out of itself a finger at a time<br>And then an arm, and so down to the trunk,<br>Until there's nothing left to hold on to<br>Or snub the splintery holding rope around,<br>And where those big green divagations were<br>So loftily with shadows interleaved<br>The absent-minded blue rains in on us.<br>Now that they've got it sectioned on the ground</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It looks as though somebody made a plain <br>Error in diagnosis, for the wood<br>Looks sweet and sound throughout. You couldn't know,<br>Of course, until you took it down. That's what<br>Experts are for, and these experts stand round<br>The giant pieces of tree as though expecting<br>An instruction booklet from the factory<br>Before they try to put it back together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Anyhow, there it isn't, on the ground.<br>Next come the tractor and the crowbar crew<br>To extirpate what's left and fill the grave.<br>Maybe tomorrow grass seed will be sown.<br>There's some mean-spirited moral point in that<br>As well: you learn to bury your mistakes,<br>Though for a while at dusk the darkening air <br>Will be with many shadows interleaved,<br>And pierced with a bewilderment of birds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Howard+Nemerov">Howard Nemerov</a><div class=q>
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