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Gratitude (Free verse) by Dovina

On summer hills, a heavy bull eats brittle brown grass, and every bite tastes good. I see it in his face and wonder if he remembers the green blades of winter, or finds a duty of the living to pleasure in what the dead cannot, a gratitude for the running and mating that made this small pleasure possible.

Bankrupt_Word_Clerk 3-Jul-05/9:38 PM
I have a little trouble with the 3rd to last line. "To pleasure" Pleasure is a noun. now pleasuring can be used intransitivly as a verb.. as well as pleasured.

you could say "be pleased in what the dead cannot" and you don't lose the beats.




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