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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476280" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blades</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SOJOURNER, set down<br>Your skimming wheel;<br>Nothing is sharp<br>That we have of steel:<br>Nothing has edge:<br>Oh, whirl around<br>Your wheel of stone<br>Till our blades be ground!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Harshly, quickly, under blades<br>Hafted with horn and wood and bone<br>Went the wheel:<br>Narrow long knives that should be one edge,<br>House-knives that sliced the loaf to the heel,<br>And scraped scales off mackerel,<br>And weighty knives that were shaped like a wedge-<br>Stone wakened keenness m their steel:<br>Knives with which besom-makers pare<br>Their heather-stalks, and hawkers' blades<br>Used by men of a dozen trades;<br>Broad-bladed knives that cut bacon-sides,<br>And stumpy knives for cobblers' hides,<br>With hunters' knives that were thinned with wear:-<br>All were brought to,<br>All were laid on,<br>All were ground by<br>The Sojourner's wheel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And those who filled the market-square<br>Saw hand and eye upon their ware<br>That were well schooled and scrupulous<br>To spend upon that task their use.<br>But sparks came from the eyes and met<br>The sparks that were from the edges whet<br>As eagerly and wittingly<br>The dullness of each blade scoured he,<br>And the brow he bent was like a stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the grinding-stone he sang,<br>'The dalesman's sword shall make you fear,<br>And the dirk in the grasp of the mountaineer,<br>likewise the pirate's blue cutlass<br>have left your blades long edgeless!'<br>the men were thinking of games of cards,<br>the looks of the boys were turned towards<br>corner where they played pitch and toss,<br>the women thought of the herring across<br>tongs to roast where pot-hooks hang,<br>ready and unforward men have no right to any lien<br>the gifts of Tubal Cain,<br>The gifts of our father, Tubal Cain!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But no one drew meaning from the song<br>As he made an equal edge along<br>One side of the blade and the other one,<br>And polished the surface till it shone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now leave a blessing on what you have done.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For what I have done I take my fee,<br>But no blessing I leave on it,' said he,<br>'Everybody knows,<br>Everybody knows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That the knife-grinder<br>No blessing bestows.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the market-place, with wheel a-pack,<br>He left, and the men to their cards went back<br>And talked of a bird in the cocker's loft;<br>And of liming linnets beside the croft<br>The boys told between pitch and toss;<br>And the women laid the herring across<br>The tongs to roast for a sloven's meal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he went out beside the Peel<br>Tower, and through Saint Selskar's Gate,<br>Heading at a hearty rate<br>Towards the hilltops and the shades.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And three who brought back sharpened blades<br>To their fathers' stalls by the Tan-yard Side,<br>And then stayed while a blackbird cried<br>Quietly by their groundsills<br>The butcher's daughter,<br>The cobbler's daughter,<br>The hawker's daughter,<br>Were lost on the hills!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Padraic+Colum">Padraic Colum</a><div class=q>
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Your skimming wheel;
Nothing is sharp
That we have of steel:
Nothing has edge:
Oh, whirl around
Your wheel of stone
Till our blades be ground!

Harshly, quickly, under blades
Hafted with horn and wood and bone
Went the wheel:
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