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The ordinary man casts a shadow in a way we do not quite understand. The man of genius casts light.
quote by George Steiner
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His Shadow
When I was young
the shadow he cast was long.
When I was afraid.
In his shadow I could be brave.
Walking together
watching his shadow by mine.
I yearned for the time
like his my shadow would be long.
As the fledgling finally
flies alone from the nest.
To step away from his shadow
my time came.
One day long after
my child at my side.
Two shadows I saw.
One long joined one small.
In my thoughts
I reflected to when
the longer shadow.
My father cast.
I realized
the time had come.
The father's shadow
now my shadow.
(04SEP97)
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?
quote by Henry David Thoreau
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Chocolate and Wine
The arch of greed
Casts a shadow over my gentle mind
That transpires my drift full need
Into an uncontrollable find
The persuasion of the heretic
Shapes your decisive pleasure
That product, that thing you will find
You will happily find in your leisure
But the arch of greed
Casts a shadow over my indecisive mind
That transpires my begging need
Into an indescribable find
This is my cherished addiction of chocolate and wine...
From this I never wish to decline!
Copyright of Sara Tehrani
poem by Sara Tehrani
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It can't be the passing of time that casts
That white shadow across the waters
Just offshore.
I shiver a little, with the evening.
I turn down the steep path to find
What's left of the river gold.
I whistle a dog lazily, and lazily
A bird whistles me.
Close by a big river, I am alive in my own country,
I am home again.
Yes: I lived here, and here, and my name,
That I carved young, with a girl's, is healed over, now,
And lies sleeping beneath the inward sky
Of a tree's skin, close to the quick.
It's best to keep still.
But:
There goes that bird that whistled me down here
To the river a moment ago.
Who is he? A little white barn owl from Hudson's Bay,
Flown out of his range here, and, if he wants to,
He can be the body that casts
That white shadow across the waters
Just offshore.
poem by James Arlington Wright
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When the sun is highest it casts the least shadow.
The tree casts its shadow on everything, even upon the woodcutter.
There is no bush so small but casts its shadow.
Every tree casts shadow on its own bottom.
Even the smallest little bush casts some shadow.
Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us.
quote by Samuel Smiles
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Man Watches And Sees
Man watches you hide behind
your shadow.
Why do you think you need to
to hide?
No man should want to hide
along side or behind his
shadow.
Stand up and show your
face to man.
Your life will still travel on.
And your shadow, will
follow behind.
No shadow can stay still
even at your will.
You are, your shadow of you..
You'll always travel together
It'll be forever.
No man can travel without
his shadow.
As long as there is light
from earth or man made.
Then you will always travel along
with your shadow
poem by Gayle Anne Goff
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The Shadow
THERE is a shadow on the sunny wall,
Dark and forbidding, like a bode of ill;
Go, drive it thence. Alas, such shadows fall
From real things, nor may be moved at will.
There is a shadow on my heart to-day,
A cloudy grief condensing to a tear:
Alas, I cannot drive its gloom away—
Some sin or sorrow casts the shapeless fear.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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Infatuation Is Fun
Infatuation is good fun,
It’s fun as long as it lasts,
It’s love and passion on the run,
While it lasts, no shadow it casts,
For there’s no obstacle to that craze,
bright as the sun.
Bright and colourful, warm and sensuous,
This infatuation too will be wonderful,
It will not be a relationship tenacious,
Enjoy it, it’s not in the least sinful
So do it :)
poem by Anand Vijaykumar
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An excerpt from "Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus"
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Praise the wet snow
falling early.
Praise the shadow
my neighor's chimney casts on the tile roof
even this gray October day that should, they say,
have been golden.
Praise
the invisible sun burning beyond
the white cold sky, giving us
light and the chimney's shadow.
Praise
god or the gods, the unknown,
that which imagined us, which stays
our hand,
our murderous hand,
and gives us
still,
in the shadow of death,
our daily life,
and the dream still
of goodwill, of peace on earth.
Praise
flow and change, night and
the pulse of day.
poem by Denise Levertov
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