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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=551154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ears Of Corn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the synagogues they pray with ears <br>of corn, and listen to the shadows’ sound, <br>because no still and silent voice for years<br>has whispered, and no glory is around.<br>Yet it is not blaspheming with the breath<br>to try recapturing was has been lost, <br>refusing to acknowledge that famed death<br>of God a great unglaublich scholar glossed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The evidence that He once lived is soft, <br>but those who pray don’t care it isn’t hard, <br>or that a great philosopher has scoffed<br>about what can’t be found by Scotland Yard, <br>for by their prayers they choose to shame the dark, <br>dark places where the doubting mind would mourn, <br>providing an occasion for their spark<br>to find an Alien hiding in the corn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inspired by Dylan Thomas’s “A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never until the mankind making<br>Bird beast and flower<br>Fathering and all humbling darkness<br>Tells with silence the last light breaking<br>And the still hour<br>Is come of the sea tumbling in harness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I must enter again the round<br>Zion of the water bead<br>And the synagogue of the ear of corn<br>Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound<br>Or sow my salt seed<br>In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The majesty and burning of the child's death.<br>I shall not murder<br>The mankind of her going with a grave truth<br>Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath<br>With any further<br>Elegy of innocence and youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deep with the first dead lies London's daughter, <br>Robed in the long friends, <br>The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother, <br>Secret by the unmourning water<br>Of the riding Thames.<br>After the first death, there is no other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gershon+Hepner">Gershon Hepner</a><div class=q>
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