<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460543" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0046 Jewel of Blood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fine morning and the side-streets empty<br>then turning the corner, <br>in the middle of the road<br>a pigeon - grey-mauve, plump and feather-perfect, <br>one wing half-spread in flight, <br>sprawled sideways, <br>dead</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and at that moment the sun shone<br>cruelly<br>on the blood that shone on the dusty road by its head, <br>a jewel, redder than any red, <br>that shone like a message<br>as if it were the blood of the world itself<br>so rich, so rich...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I felt guilty<br>that I saw it so beautiful, <br>that jewel from the heart of a dead dove<br>of peace, <br>and thought I should suppress the thought...<br>and, now, that further thought which hovered in its train<br>that this whole world in such a jewel of blood, <br>more precious than a ruby, or than gold, or much fine gold, <br>a jewel beyond price<br>is what a devotee at communion or at Mass...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while cool reason<br>(what has reason to do with this?) <br>countered<br>well you value your own blood above most things<br>don't you? Why not a pigeon's? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but all words spent and poets silent and associations dropped<br>and thoughts at rest, <br>that pool of blood<br>in the winter sunlight that shone on the dusty street<br>was just so beautiful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</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=460543" data-title="0046 Jewel of Blood de Michael Shepherd" data-description="A fine morning and the side-streets empty then turning the corner, in the middle of the road a pigeon - grey-mauve, plump and feather-perfect, one wing half-spread in flight, sprawled sideways, dead and at that moment the sun shone cruelly on..."></div> </div> </div>

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