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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460649" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0180 Let Sleeping Dogs Lie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the far edge of the expanding cemetery<br>in its uncertain spiritual limbo, <br>its small gravestones re-emerge only in late summer<br>like a clipped coat, the tall grass annually machined; of<br>those who made no will or testament<br>that we know of and we may be wrong<br>nor do we know their last thoughts if thoughts<br>nor do the stones reveal the names they knew themselves by; and<br>was the human love their inscriptions indicate<br>less or greater than that evoked<br>by their own kind? What sort of peace<br>do they rest in? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s not the most imaginative corner<br>to have chosen. There’s a perfect place<br>by the 16th tee of the golf course, <br>high on the hill, facing west, <br>riddled with a rabbit warren<br>where on a summer evening<br>more rabbits than you’d guess, of every size<br>bob around and sun themselves<br>and seem to feel so safe that they ignore<br>the humans, dogless at that hour, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">an elysian field where dogs might dream and twitch<br>for eternity; repent, or lie down in peace with brer rabbit, <br>their natures everlastingly fulfilled; <br>where in the summer evening sun, <br>facing the glowing sky and gold-tipped clouds<br>cottontails and men might sit, philosophise and speculate<br>together, about the little that the species know<br>of each other’s knowledge.</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>
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