<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Knife</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE plough that marks on Harley's field <br>In flying earth its print <br>Throws up, like death itself concealed, <br>A fang of rosy flint, <br>A flake of stone, by fingers hewed <br>Whose buried bones are gone, <br>All gone, with fingers, hunters, food, <br>But still the knife lives on. <br>And well I know, when bones are nought, <br>The blade of stone survives— <br>I, too, from clods of aching thought, <br>Have turned up sharper knives.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kenneth+Slessor">Kenneth Slessor</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=429764" data-title="The Knife de Kenneth Slessor" data-description="THE plough that marks on Harley's field In flying earth its print Throws up, like death itself concealed, A fang of rosy flint, A flake of stone, by fingers hewed Whose buried bones are gone, All gone, with fingers, hunters, food, But still..."></div> </div> </div>

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